Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop
Oh (oh) down with the
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit

this, drink this
Straight to my
this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your object
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off your
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and your buns
Loose your denim, it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
You shopping from the
my favorite tempo

Oh (oh)
could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop
Oh (oh) with the shit
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero mi huevos
Y papi molestes
Chuparse pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma like this
in my hand, I fight like this
I am than a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
drop and her two tits pop
Out of that top and bra
And I say "Doo doo doo doo!"
Bitch, be K. Dot
She want more of this
I her more of this, I owe her this
In fact, I she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners drop a four on this, and
And it down (down)
let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my penthouse
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop
Oh (oh) down the shit
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit

Bummy nigga famous, straight the bottom
niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we love
Function on fire, burn the off this motherfucker
ward is ballin', dope craze like no other
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' uh
Faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some tonight
me at the W, and no its not the westside
Stick it up ya south side (Icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my shoes
Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna too

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) collard
Three low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) down with the
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this down with the aye (oh)