Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

I said "Bitch, if you get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma slap you tough-like
And I can almost rest you
That it gon' be no pretty sight"

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

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

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

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

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla and Aftershock
Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish
Smugglin' and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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