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) down with the
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) with the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit

this, drink this
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
Might the killer, shit
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your object
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my link and spread your
Loose your denim, it numb
Blow it baby, no
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
Prolly off a
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
You shopping the window
Play my tempo

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

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero mi huevos
Y papi pero
puto pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like
Sword in my hand, I fight this
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 want more of this
I give her of this, I owe her this
In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm
I know my Houston partners drop a on this, and focus
And it down (down)
Alright let me this bitch I'm famous, I blame 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
Three degrees low, it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) with the shit
King shit, smoke this, get with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the
This, that, pop this down with the

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the
Broke niggas hate it, still robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we love
Function on fire, burn the off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a fiendin' uh
Faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some tonight
me at the W, and no its not the westside
Stick it up ya south (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out the neighbors wanna party too

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
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 the shit
This, that, pop this with the shit aye (oh)