Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

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

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things
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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the of it
If I 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine they make a crack of it
If they grab your chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the on it

She got the Nicki bundles, a stack on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
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 scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang 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 breeze on 'em
Might do it like Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in 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' 'bout the singer, the thing'll

Gimme some bloodclaat
where the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me that
spit on my chest, back like I never
Went down I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my
red boots, see them box but I never see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

The bloodclaat this, mowin' up my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh
On my clip, blue chip get hooked in bright
Gun slingers, let me see gun fingers
bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little

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 Yoko
Pull up in 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

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