Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco nigga number one, uh
lotta 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, fuck with po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and 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

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then make a crack of it
If they grab your chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never 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
word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, out to uptown
You know I 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 triple 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 light breezed on 'em, I might on 'em
Might do it like it's and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my on 'em

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
Pull up in them things and them things fling
Niggas know my 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 bloodclaat
Brooklyn the fuck we at?
Flatbush,
That's my to Big, I'ma murder them rasclats
All black Chloe straps, caliento skully to the
my ratchet at? Come make me dirty that
spit on my chest, back like I never
down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini,
bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come it up, bad gyal 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 try I-I-I-I

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

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

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