Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

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

3 sixty 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? ugly ass gremlin'

Buy sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the
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 need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
me on this one, check it out

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

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

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

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

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

Seein' two's and
intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Pimpin'
L-R P wannabe's, stuck 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 scram
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 dinner at the

The rules and of the game up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, if she gets off in my way
She's to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four 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 to drink
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
that broccoli now, takes me out

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