Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

this, drink this
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
sponsor 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 your buns
your denim, make it numb
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
Popping since the
You shopping from the
my favorite tempo

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Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
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 with the shit

up, biatch!
This your favorite
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu coger mi huevos
Y papi molestes
puto pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like
Sword in my hand, I fight like
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 want some more of
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 a four 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 penthouse
the clearest
Watch it, your
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head with no steering, ah!

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) down the shit
This, that, pop down with the shit

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, the roof off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff a nigga fiendin' 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)
futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the students loving Q
We turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

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