Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they remember when I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off
And I give her like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and we're over
(How you that shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, nigga

I'm in love the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

Ridin' through the city with a on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the police wonder I'm at
Made so much money off goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the
Stop tryna act like you know what it is
Bakin' ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love the coke
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

soda, I got bakin' soda
Bakin' soda, I got soda
Whip it the glass, nigga
I'm blowin' fast, nigga

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I will shoot this bitch up like I'm
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you bicycle a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

I got yellow everywhere
Business Arm & everywhere
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' need bigger bags, nigga

I'm in with the coco
I'm in love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco