Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

I said "Bitch, if you get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma slap you tough-like
And I can almost rest you
That it ain't gon' be no sight"

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

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

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

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

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and
Boom square wide country?, Irish 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 that Royal
What you puttin' on that huh? Hash oil

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

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

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' 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 hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

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

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't ta miss
We ride the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation a U-ey 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
slap a bitch, silly if she gets 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 need is broccoli and a to drink
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
that broccoli now, takes me out

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