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, it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) down the shit
shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the
This, that, pop this down the shit

this, drink this
Straight to my
this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
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, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and spread buns
your denim, make it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
Prolly off a
And gas, not the
since the intro
You shopping the window
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
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

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu coger mi huevos
Y papi molestes
puto pendejo
El cabron, let's get it
like this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like
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 some of this
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 four on this, and
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow bitch I'm famous, I blame this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse
the clearest
Watch it, your
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) down with the
shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) with the shit
This, that, pop this down with the

Bummy nigga famous, straight the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never 'em
Guns in the basement, out they a problem
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, pass the blunt to my
in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' uh
Faded faded faded
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick
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 niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna too

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