Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop
Oh (oh) down the shit
King shit, smoke this, get down the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this with 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 inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, some
the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my link and your buns
Loose your denim, 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 since the
You shopping the window
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
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 this down with the

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero coger mi
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 some of this
I give her more of this, I owe her
In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm
I know my Houston partners a four on this, and focus
And it down (down)
let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my roof
Skyline the
Watch it, optics
out, you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head with no steering, ah!

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

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

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