Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole gang shit
Haha, every 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 quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
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 they a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
uno, me llama 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 sing-sing
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back like I left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bow down
fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
'pon my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I see them chop
say want try I-I-I-I

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

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

Foxy plus one is me, young
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 cartel dem fi fi real
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,