Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

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

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) greens
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

up, biatch!
This favorite song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero coger mi
Y papi pero
Chuparse puto
El cabron, let's get it
Nights like this knight like this
in my hand, I fight like this
I am more 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 some more of this
I give her of this, I owe her this
In fact, I she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston drop a four on this, and focus
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my roof
the clearest
Watch it, your
out, you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the
with no power steering, ah!

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

Bummy nigga famous, from the bottom
Broke niggas it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga uh
Faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick
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 spend on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the wanna party too

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