Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

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

this, drink this
Straight to my
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
Gang rap,
Smoke, shots out the
Faded,
Might sponsor the killer,
it, break it
Hot hot for the
it, cop it
Eyes on your inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new
Lovely, pinky how not I fiending,
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Freak the freckles off face
Frenchy, freaking, tongue
my link and spread your buns
Loose denim, make it numb
it baby, no Saddam
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, full
off a Norco
And gas, not the
Popping the intro
You shopping from the
Play my tempo

Oh (oh)
could 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 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 quiero mi huevos
Y papi molestes
Chuparse pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like
in my hand, I fight like this
I am than 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 want some more of
I give her more of this, I owe her
In fact, I she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners 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 penthouse
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you look the
Pop my top on the
Head no power steering, ah!

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

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

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