Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no
All I is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, 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 doin' it to?
Comin' always smellin' like tuna fish and brew"

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck all of that Cristal-poppin', drinkin' shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, gorilla and Aftershock
Boom square country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

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

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

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

Seein' two's and
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Range Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, up H O E's
Disease-infested 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 a philly
Ready, get that hop up away

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

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

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