Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack 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
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "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 it's Christmas and light 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, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, back I never left
Went down 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 fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
up in them thing things and them 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

Foxy plus one is me, Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
Unless they ever do it, em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,