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 degrees low, 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

Smoke this, drink
to my liver
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, out the liver
Faded,
Might sponsor the killer,
Shake it, it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes locked on your inner
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, some
Freak the freckles off your
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
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
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping since the
You from the window
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, that
Oh (oh) with 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 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
Sword in my hand, I like 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 some 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 my Houston partners drop a four on this, and focus
And slow it (down)
Alright let me blow bitch I'm famous, I blame this, on you
in the mirror
Hang in my roof
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

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

Bummy famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a
Kush be my fragrance, we marijuana
Function on fire, the roof off this motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' 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 side (Icky icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an
What these niggas a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out the neighbors 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, smoke this, get with the shit, aye
Oh (oh) down with the
This, that, pop this down the shit aye (oh)