Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga number one, uh
Whole gang shit
Haha, every 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 quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll 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 then they make a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they put the whack 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 spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I 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
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never a broke 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

Gimme some bloodclaat
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them 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 down I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
Nick, fuck 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
say want try I-I-I-I

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

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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, they make us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a cartel dem fi fi real
call 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 she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these jealous on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,