Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

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

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

Buy some sticky, you got the
go some Black 'n' Mild style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause they'd 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 it for ten, I'm true lung
Let's see who got the most wind, get 'em
Make 'em wanna come back and spend, bomb
From and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

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

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 wannabe's, stuck 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 that motherfucker hop up

Everybody got the munchies and ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a 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
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me yay
Three or four bitches, five or six different times a day

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' that broccoli now, me out

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