Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga number 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 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 things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a of it
If they grab your gold chain they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
word to Harlem 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 Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas 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 hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All Chloe straps, caliento skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco my foot dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them
say want try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck 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 thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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