Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that shit nigga number one, uh
lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they a snack of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold then they make a plaque of it
Know we lack 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, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, word to Bucktown
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like 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 broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
Niggas my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

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

The bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them Louis thigh highs
On my clip, chip get hooked in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, Inga

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing 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

Foxy plus one is me, young
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm
So tell 'em run, come and bring a sum
Ayo Fox, don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I miss, bitch
Got shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's like we know she
Bitch ain't see the in 2017
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly
Keepin' it a hundred, a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,