Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them things
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 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 make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas know my 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
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? Come me dirty that
on my chest, back like I never left
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
uno, me llama 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 sting-sting

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