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

this, drink this
Straight to my
this, no tick
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might the killer, shit
it, break it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on inner object
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, some
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and spread your
Loose your denim, make it
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, full
off a Norco
And gas, not the
since the intro
You shopping the window
my favorite tempo

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

up, biatch!
This favorite song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero coger mi
Y molestes pero
Chuparse puto
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like
I am than a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
Toupée 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 more of this, I owe her
In fact, I she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners drop a on this, and focus
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow this I'm famous, I blame this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my roof
the clearest
Watch it, 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) collard
degrees low, make 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 with the

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the
Broke niggas hate it, still robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', craze like no other
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, keep a nigga 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 side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my shoes
Smoking and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the wanna party too

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) greens
degrees low, make 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 the shit aye (oh)