Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

I don't 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 broccoli now, me out

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

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

Buy sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland 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 don't no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
me on this one, check it out

Hit up for five and it for ten, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get 'em
'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From 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?, Wild Irish
Smugglin' and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

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

My Panamanian saha south San Francisco
On some marijuana farm down in San Obisbo
yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, wake 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

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated while I'm 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 pussy mamas, ooh ooh

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

Everybody got the munchies and they tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, go Emmitt Smith
Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn my beeper, I got dinner at the house

The rules and of the game up in the yay
Just a bitch, silly 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 don't need no
All I need is broccoli and a to drink
Smokin' that now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out

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