Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

Smoke this, this
Straight to my
this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your inner
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my and spread your buns
Loose your denim, make it
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, full
Prolly off a
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
You from the window
Play my tempo

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

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

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

Bummy nigga famous, straight the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we love
Function on fire, burn the off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no
Weed steady blowing, the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a fiendin' uh
Faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
it up ya south side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I that on my daughter shoes
Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors party too

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