Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

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

3 sixty fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu
That there shit across the street? That ugly ass

Buy sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, it down the middle
What's that? That Crip? Nah it's that white widow
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 and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
Smokin' that now, takes me out
Smell me on one, check it out

Hit up for five and it for ten, I'm true lung
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', drinkin' shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla milk and
Boom square wide country?, Wild Irish
Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

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

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

Smokin' that broccoli now, 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

Seein' and three's
Highly while 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
back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

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

Everybody got the munchies and ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt
Bust 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, or six different times a day

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

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