Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then make a crack of it
If they your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they 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 know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in thing things and them things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Gimme some gunshots
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, 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 bitches duck me,
Nick, come fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco my foot 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
bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
On my clip, blue get hooked in bright eyes
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun
Y'all bitches dick
Nicki's, little Inga

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

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