Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) collard
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 down the shit

Smoke this, drink
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might sponsor the killer,
it, break 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, gimme
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my link and spread your
Loose denim, make it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
Fucking in the car
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, full
Prolly off a
And gas, not the
since the intro
You shopping from the
Play my tempo

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

up, biatch!
This favorite song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu coger mi huevos
Y papi molestes
Chuparse puto
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma knight 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 tank 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 know she miss the way I this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston drop a four on this, and focus
And it down (down)
Alright let me blow this I'm famous, I blame this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse
Skyline the
Watch it, optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head with no steering, ah!

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching 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 with the shit

Bummy nigga famous, from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga uh
faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
it up ya south side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta an attitude
What niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the wanna 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) with the shit
King shit, this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) with the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit aye (oh)