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 sick wid it,
Said I'm gonna get

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

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

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin'
I'ma slap you tough-like
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 fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go some 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that widow
I was about to say cause 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 40-oz to
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, it out

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

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

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

My Panamanian from south San Francisco
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 twaskin' my life nigga,

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

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

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

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't ta miss
We ride the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a 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
Just slap a bitch, silly if she off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six times a day

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

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