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, every bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, 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 thing 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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a of it
If take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple on it, they 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 to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You I shine 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 gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me 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 bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bow down
King fox, Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all duck me, fuck
Nick, fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
red boots, see them box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me llama
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
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 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a dem fi fi real vibes
They me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm fine
Who she? It's we know she dyin'
Bitch see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,