Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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
Smokin' that now, takes me out

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

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

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

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd botha have 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' that broccoli now, me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on 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 and spend, Afghani bomb
From and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt
Webulation a U-ey 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 a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different a day

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

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