Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit number 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, uh la coco
Ellas 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If take your cocaine then they 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 put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "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 copycats bitin' my on 'em

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 things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back I never left
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 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
Pretty red boots, see box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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 bitches dick
Nicki's, little Inga

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

plus one is me, young Chun
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 break us, to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm fine
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
Had to Queen 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,