Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

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

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

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

Ridin' through the with a check on me
Ridin' through the hood a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So explain why mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see
in full, if you actin' like Rico
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 pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the police where I'm at
so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass like a thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love with the
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close

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

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
What if I you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

I got yellow boxes
Business Arm & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' need some bags, nigga

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