Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

I don't need no doctor, I don't no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 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 doin' it to?
Comin' home smellin' like tuna fish and brew"

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

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

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

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 now, takes me out
Smell me on one, check it out

Hit up for five and hold it for ten, I'm true
Let's see who got the wind, get 'em sprung
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, gorilla milk and
Boom square country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, and Tequila shots

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

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

that 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 broccoli and a to drink

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' 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 pussy 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 hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta
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 rules and regulations of the up in the yay
slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, forgive me 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 is broccoli and a 40-oz to drink
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out

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