Luyện nghe bài hát Coco Chanel

Whole lotta shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo
Ayy yo
We back on that Coco shit nigga 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, uh la coco
quieren 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 thing'll
Ain't 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the 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 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, gon' put the whack on it

She got the Nicki bundles, worth a on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to
You know I on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, mad schemes on 'em
I never back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light on 'em
I see the copycats my steez on 'em

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 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 sting-sting

Gimme bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the we at?
Flatbush,
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them
All black Chloe straps, skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dirty
spit on my chest, back like I left
down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, on my Trini, nigga
Valentino thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad a back it up
Coco 'pon my dem, C's pon my licka
Pretty red boots, see them box but I see them chop
They say try I-I-I-I

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

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la
Ellas quieren coco, y yo
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck po-po
uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing and them things fling
know my name 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, Chun
And me, I can up the place, I'm done
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 dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up,
Who me? I'm physically
Who she? It's like we she dyin'
ain't see the board in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em a guillotine
All jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a bean
Uh, uh-uh,
Uh, uh-uh,