Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

While I was
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 don't get up outta my face
I'ma you real tough-like
And I can almost rest you
That it ain't be no pretty sight"

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

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go some Black 'n' style, split it down the middle
What's That Oakland 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 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
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, 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, Afghani
From juice and Gin

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

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

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

Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
that 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

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

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

Everybody got the munchies and ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go Smith
Webulation a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got at the house

The rules and regulations of the up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, if she gets off in my way
She's to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, 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
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out

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