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

Smoke this, drink
to my liver
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
Might the killer, shit
Shake it, 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, some
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
Click my link and spread your
Loose your denim, it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
Prolly off a
And gas, not the
since the intro
You shopping the window
my favorite tempo

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

up, biatch!
This your favorite
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu coger mi huevos
Y molestes pero
Chuparse puto
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight this
I am than a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
Toupée drop and her two pop
Out of that 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 she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners drop a four on this, and
And it down (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

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

Bummy famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never 'em
Guns in the basement, out have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
Function on fire, burn the off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope like no other
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga uh
faded faded right
Shot glass size, she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
it up ya south side (Icky 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 low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh (oh) with the shit
King shit, smoke this, get with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) with the shit
This, that, pop this down with the aye (oh)