Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

I don't need no doctor, I need no shrink
All I need is and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli 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?
home always 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
it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

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

Buy sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some '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 need no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to
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 and spend, Afghani bomb
From and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

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

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy mamas, ooh ooh

a damn, make that 2 8 9, think 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 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
that's my beeper, I got dinner 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, forgive me 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' that now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out

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