Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
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

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 make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, 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 on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' 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 and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in thing 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 bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder rasclats
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco my foot dem, C's pon my licka
red boots, see them box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
quieren 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 things
know 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

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, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
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'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these jealous on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,