Kendrick Lamar - Collard Greens скачать mp3

[Intro:] Yea, yea, yea Uh, uh... yo, yo [Chorus: Schoolboy Q] Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye Oh, oh, down with the shit This, that, pop this down with the shit [Schoolboy Q:] Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots out the liver Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings Lovely, pinky how not I remember Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky) Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar:] Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song Translation: Ven aquí mami, ese culo Tu quieres coger mi huevos y papi molesto espero Chupa ese puto pendejo el pinche cabrón; let's get it Nights like this I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this I am more than a man, I'm a God bitch, touche, en garde Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra And when I say "Doo Doo Doo Doo!" Bitch, that be K. Dot She want some more of this - I give her more of this, I owe her this In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus And slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your optics, poppin' out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah! [Chorus] [Schoolboy Q:] Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em Guns in the basement, out they have a problem Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' Uh, faded faded faded right Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight Meet me at the W, and no it's not the westside Stick it up your southside (icky icky icky) Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too