Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

Smoke this, this
to my liver
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
Might sponsor the killer,
Shake it, 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 your
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
my link and spread your buns
Loose your denim, it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, full
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping since the
You from the window
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) greens
degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) with the shit
King shit, this, get down with 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 pendejo
El cabron, let's get it
Nights like this I'mma like this
Sword in my hand, I like this
I am more a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
Toupée and her two tits pop
Out of tank 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 know she miss the way I this, I'm forgis
I know my partners drop a four on this, and focus
And it down (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my penthouse
Skyline the
Watch it, your
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head with no 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) with the shit
shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the
This, that, pop this down the shit

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

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