Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit number one, uh
Whole 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
quieren 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
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
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 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take cocaine then they make a crack of it
If grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams 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
do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

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

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy one is me, young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi vibes
call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see the board in
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,