Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar jeans a hundred 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 bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we ain't fuckin' with you rat
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
where the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember when I had to
She in love with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out Dubai at the boat
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my like Loso
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 though
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the 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 takin' over
(How you spend 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 love the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love the coco

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

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

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

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

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

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