Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at
Back where the Sun never
They let Meek Milly back just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her head like she ocho
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
(Who you with?)
the Chasers and we're takin' over
(How you that shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in love the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

through the city with a check on me
Ridin' the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight 'til I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like
I'ma tie him up, tape his ass Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a nigga with the
12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher
One hit wonder, that's a fact
Hit his ass the police wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act like you don't know it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love the coke
My ex bitch took a young for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

soda, I got bakin' soda
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Whip it the glass, nigga
I'm blowin' money fast,

I'm in with the coco
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you whip it slow mo

I got boxes everywhere
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need bigger bags, nigga

I'm in love with the
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the