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 lotta shit
Haha, every 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 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 them things
Niggas know my ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the sing-sing
Ain't '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 they make a of it
If they take your then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up 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 Harlem World, out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I sheen on 'em
word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad on 'em
I never scale back, the beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and 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 them thing things and things fling
know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll
talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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

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

He got me like a coco, uh la coco
Ellas coco, y yo tampoco
Never a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
uno, me llama 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 sing-sing
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

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