Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
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 with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the
This, that, pop this with the shit

Smoke this, this
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes on your inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new
Lovely, how not I remember fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and your buns
Loose denim, make it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
Fucking in the car
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
You from the window
my favorite tempo

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

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero mi huevos
Y papi molestes
Chuparse pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights this I'mma knight like this
in my hand, I fight like this
I am than a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
drop and her two tits pop
Out of tank 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 this I'm famous, I blame this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse
the clearest
Watch it, your
Popping out, you the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head with no steering, ah!

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

nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke hate it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
Function on fire, burn the off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no
Weed steady blowing, the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga uh
Faded faded faded
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
Stick it up ya south (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend on my daughter shoes
weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the wanna party too

Oh (oh)
could buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
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) down the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit aye (oh)