Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 2

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred stacks in 'em
Every nigga on jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas
Heard talkin' on Twitter we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back just in time
at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't when I had to grind
She fell in love with the
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
And my an off shore
And I give her like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do rose
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' Os though

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

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

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

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

I say I run my town Puffy, bitch
Units in the
like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
I I'm lucky, bitch
I ain't playin' this nine
I will shoot this up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
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 that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires pressure, that's that low pro
If the case, you gotta whip it slow mo

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

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