Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco 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 a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama 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 sing-sing
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, then make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a of it
If they grab your gold then they make a plaque of it
Know we never 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, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "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 Christmas and light on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
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
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
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 rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bow down
King fox, King Kong, 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
They say want try

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, 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' 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 a lump sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
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,