Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every on this jet with me, I done 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 they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my an off shore
And I give her head like she ocho
my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os

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

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

Ridin' the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to
So explain why these mothafuckas on me
ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made 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 flex
High school, got off on a nigga the whopper
12K for my pistol in a fuckin'
One hit wonder, yeah that's a
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this song
Still get in your ass like a thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
Stop tryna act you don't know what it is
soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love with the
My ex took a young nigga for a joke
If a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
Bakin' soda, I got soda
it through the glass, nigga
I'm money fast, nigga

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

I say I run my town like Puffy,
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot this up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct triple black, that's that ocho
if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's low pro
If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo

I got yellow everywhere
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' need some bigger bags,

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