Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them things and them things fling
know 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 make a snack of it
If they your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad 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 Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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

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

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me Yoko
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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we know she
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,