Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody got the munchies and 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 of the game up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, if she gets off in my way
open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four bitches, five or six different times a day

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

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