Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit nigga one, uh
lotta gang shit
Haha, bitch 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
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
uno, me llama 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 'bout 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 cocaine then make a crack of it
If they grab your gold 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 put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to 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 on 'em, with 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 bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come me dirty that
spit on my chest, back I never left
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me,
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 hooked in bright
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick
Little Nicki's, Inga

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 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, Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to guns
Put hands up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,