Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, that
Oh (oh) down the shit
King shit, smoke this, get 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,
sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your object
Rock it, blast-blast, new
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off your
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and your buns
your denim, make it numb
Blow it baby, no
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
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
shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this with the shit

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero mi huevos
Y papi pero
Chuparse pendejo
El cabron, let's get it
Nights like this knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like
I am more 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 some more 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 partners drop a four on this, and focus
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow bitch I'm famous, I blame this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my penthouse
the clearest
Watch it, optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
with no power steering, ah!

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

Bummy nigga famous, from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, 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
ward is ballin', dope craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my
Runs in the family, keep a nigga fiendin' uh
Faded faded right
Shot super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
it up ya south side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an
What these make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the students loving Q
We turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

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