Luyện nghe bài hát CoCo Pt. 3

Thousand dollar with a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every nigga on this jet with me, I went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap 'em
I got real bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
And we fuckin' with you rat niggas
Heard they on Twitter we just at niggas
Back the Sun never shines
They let Milly back home just in time
Look at faces, now I got the paper
Now don't remember when I had to grind
She in love with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and
And we out at the boat show
Rollin' on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation Loso
And my an off shore
And I her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose
How you get mad my old ho?
2015, I do gold
'Cause I'm in the field like Rose but sellin' them Os though

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

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

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

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

I'm in love with the
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 bitch up I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony
Duct tape triple black, that's that
What if I told you with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the
God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that shit weighin' up then that's that 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 & Hammer
a 9, got a half, nigga
We gon' some bigger bags, nigga

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