Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they 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 now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem 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 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 on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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

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

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

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 things and 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

plus one is me, young Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, they don't us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
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
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,