Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

Smoke this, drink
Straight to my
this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might the killer, shit
it, break it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on inner object
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and spread buns
Loose your denim, make it
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
Fucking in the car
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping since the
You from the window
Play my favorite

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

up, biatch!
This favorite song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero coger mi
Y papi molestes
Chuparse puto
El cabron, let's get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like
Sword in my hand, I 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 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 my Houston partners drop a four on this, and focus
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my roof
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
with no power steering, ah!

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

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

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