Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

I need 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 you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always like tuna fish and brew"

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

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

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

I don't need no doctor, I need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 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 most wind, get 'em
Make 'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani
From juice and Gin

all of that Cristal-poppin', drinkin' Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and
Boom square wide country?, Wild Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila

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

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

Seein' two's and
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, Long Range Pimpin'
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
carburetor, four-barrel engine scram
Get gas, go in sideways, figured up a philly
Ready, get that motherfucker hop up

Everybody got the and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the

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

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

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