Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll 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 take your cocaine then 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 on it, they gon' put the whack on it

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

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

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

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

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

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