Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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Chidi-ching-ching 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) down the shit
This, that, pop this down with the

Smoke this, drink
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might the killer, shit
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 face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my link and spread your
Loose your denim, make it
Blow it baby, no
Icky, icky, uh
Fucking in the car
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
since the intro
You shopping from the
my favorite 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
King shit, smoke this, get with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit

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

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

Bummy famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love
on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
Psych is ballin', dope craze like no other
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a 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 south side (Icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors party too

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching 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 down with the aye (oh)