Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

this, drink this
Straight to my
this, no tick
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 locked on inner object
it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, some
Freak the off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
my link and spread your buns
Loose your denim, make it
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 from the window
Play my favorite

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

up, biatch!
This your favorite
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero coger mi
Y molestes pero
Chuparse pendejo
El cabron, let's get it
Nights like this knight like this
Sword in my hand, I fight like
I am more a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
drop 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 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 roof
Skyline the
Watch it, your
Popping out, you the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop
Oh (oh) collard
Three degrees low, 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

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

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