Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit nigga one, uh
Whole lotta gang
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them 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

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 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, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed 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 a coco, yeah 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
know 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

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

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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