Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta gang
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit number one, uh
Whole gang shit
Haha, bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, go!
Yo!

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them things and them 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

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

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to World, shout out to uptown
You I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's 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, creams on 'em
I pull up on the bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and trees on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

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

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

The bloodclaat this, them up my day
Them bitches in them 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 coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
Ain't talkin' the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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