Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain they make a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Gimme some gunshots
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I left
down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see chop
They say want try

The bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches riders
Little Nicki's, little

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Foxy plus one is me, young
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put hands up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,