Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
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 talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they a snack of it
If they take cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
word 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 bumpin' 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 copycats bitin' my on 'em

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

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

The bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass 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, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
trust 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 talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one is me, young
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
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 they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a dem fi fi real vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,