Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin'
I'ma slap you tough-like
And I can rest assure you
That it ain't gon' be no sight"

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and spell my 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 'n' Mild style, split 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 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
Smell me on one, check 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 come back and spend, Afghani bomb
juice and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

Smokin' broccoli now, takes 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

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

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

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm out
that's my beeper, I got dinner 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 to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

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

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