Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

Let's get sick wid it,
wid it, baby, yeah
Let's get wid it, baby
Said, I'm get so sick wid it, yeah
I'm gonna get high

I don't no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is and a 40-oz to drink
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out

While I was
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her
'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always smellin' like fish and brew"

I said "Bitch, if you get up outta my talkin' face
slap you real tough-like
And I can almost rest you
That it ain't be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my and spell my name in my piss
Shoot the hundred fool, play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, it down the middle
What's That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say they'd botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, it out

I don't need no doctor, I don't no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, it out

Hit up for five and it for ten, I'm true lung
see who got the most wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna back and spend, Afghani bomb
juice and Seagram's Gin

Fuck all of Cristal-poppin', drinkin' Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, milk and Aftershock
square wide country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, and Tequila shots

Drinkin' forty ounces was how I got my figure
Then I graduated to malt liquor
So hah, let me take a swig of Crown Royal
you puttin' on that blunt huh? Hash oil

My Panamanian from south San Francisco
On marijuana farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that shit got my twaskin' my nigga, shit

Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
I don't no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink

Seein' and three's
intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Range
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up like a
Ready, get motherfucker hop up away

got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Smith
Webulation a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got at the house

The rules and regulations of the up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, silly if she off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me yay
or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

I don't need no doctor, I don't no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out

get sick wid it, baby
Let's get sick wid it,