Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

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

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 they take your cocaine then make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas 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 a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the 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, like I never left
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
Valentino bling thong, all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come 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
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' '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 a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, 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 she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,