Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap
And we ain't with you rat niggas
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas
Back where the Sun shines
They let Meek Milly back home in time
Look at their faces, now I got the
Now they don't remember when I had to
She in love with the CoCo
She got on and Manolo
And we out at the boat show
dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like
And my situation an off
And I give her head like she ocho
Draggin' my like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though

(What you it with?)
soda, I got bakin' soda
(Who you with?)
It's the Chasers and we're takin'
(How you that shit?)
it through the glass, nigga
Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab,

I'm in love with the
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the

Ridin' through the city a check on me
Ridin' through the with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ever try to cuddle
So explain why these slept on me
Eight ball I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see
in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, his ass like Maaco
Hundred round in the mothafuckin' TEC
a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a nigga with the
12K for my pistol in a dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah a fact
Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off goddamn song
Still get in ass like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah for the kids
Stop tryna act you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them what an arm and hammer is
Everybody I'm in love with the coke
My ex bitch took a young for a joke
If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I too close

soda, I got bakin' soda
Bakin' soda, I got bakin'
it through the glass, nigga
I'm blowin' money fast,

I'm in love with the
I'm in love with the
I got it for the low, low
I'm in with the coco

I say I run my like Puffy, bitch
in the duffel
They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' 'bout nine
I shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a
And got 'em in the air bag of the
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy
And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it mo

I got yellow boxes
Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half,
We gon' some bigger bags, nigga

I'm in love with the
I'm in with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the