Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) greens
Three degrees low, 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 this down the shit

Smoke this, drink
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might sponsor the killer,
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your inner
Rock it, blast-blast, new
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off your
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my and spread your buns
Loose your denim, it numb
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 shopping from the
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) collard
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 with the shit

up, biatch!
This your favorite
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu coger mi huevos
Y papi pero
puto pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like
I am than 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 some more of
I give her more of this, I owe her
In fact, I know she the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners drop a on this, and focus
And it down (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
Cash in the
in my penthouse roof
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

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) with the shit
This, that, pop this with the shit

Bummy nigga famous, straight the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope 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 super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
me at the W, and no its not the westside
Stick it up ya side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy 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 turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

Oh (oh)
could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
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 down the shit aye (oh)