Luyện nghe bài hát Collard Greens

Yeah, yeah,
Uh uh, yo ya

Oh (oh)
Chidi-ching-ching buy anything, cop that
Oh (oh) collard
degrees low, make 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 with the shit

this, drink this
to my liver
Watch this, no
Yeah, I'm the
rap, X-mas
Smoke, shots out the
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, some
Freak the off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping
Click my link and spread your
Loose denim, make it numb
Blow it baby, no
Icky, icky, uh
in the car service
Thank me for the car
Chromosome, part
off a Norco
And gas, not the
since the intro
You from the window
Play my tempo

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

up, biatch!
This your song
Translation, Ven
Mami, asi
Tu quiero mi huevos
Y molestes pero
puto pendejo
El pinche cabron, get it
Nights this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand, I like this
I am more a man, I'm a God
Bitch, touche, en
Toupée drop and her two pop
Out of tank top and bra
And I say "Doo doo doo doo!"
Bitch, be K. Dot
She want some of this
I give her 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 slow it (down)
Alright let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I this, on you
Cash in the
Hang in my penthouse
Skyline the
it, your optics
Popping out, you the weirdest
Pop my top on the
Head with no 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 the shit
This, that, pop down with the shit

Bummy nigga famous, straight 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 roof off motherfucker
Psych ward is ballin', dope like no other
Weed blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, keep a nigga fiendin' uh
Faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the
Stick it up ya south side (Icky icky ooh)
Baller futuristic, gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna 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) with the shit
This, that, pop this down the shit aye (oh)