Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember I had to grind
She fell in with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin',
my lituation like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her head like she cinco
Draggin' my mink I'm loco
You mad at me, but she though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but them Os though

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

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

Ridin' through the with a check on me
through the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't try to cuddle
So why these mothafuckas slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a
Made enough I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' Rico
tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the TEC
a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, that's for the kids
tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no
If don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in with the coke
My ex bitch a young nigga for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get
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 like Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky,
I ain't playin' this nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I 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's Bruce Bruce
And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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

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