Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang
Haha, bitch 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 hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they take cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it

She got the bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's to Bucktown
That's word to 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 scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
Pull up in them thing things and things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some bloodclaat
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come me dirty that
on my chest, back like I never left
Went down when I 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, 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
Pretty red boots, see them box but I never see them
They say want try

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama
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
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the sting-sting

Foxy one is me, young Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young
Put your up
they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
On a cartel dem fi fi real
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I miss, bitch
Got real shooters, D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? like we know she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,