Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas know my 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 cocaine then they a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

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

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

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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 fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, don't 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, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who It's like we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,