Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit nigga one, uh
Whole lotta shit
Haha, every 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 quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
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
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I tell 'em eat food, they make a snack of it
If they take your then they make a crack of it
If grab your gold chain then 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 gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams 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 it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

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
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
know my name 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 bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? make me dirty that
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them
They say try I-I-I-I

The this, them mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in bright
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all bitches riders
Little Nicki's, little

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

plus one is me, young Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss,
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? 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, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,