Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin'
I'ma slap you real
And I can almost assure you
it ain't gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my
Shoot the hundred fool, let's for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
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 Crip? Nah that white widow
I was about to say cause 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' broccoli now, takes 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 wanna come 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 country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' Hennessey and scotch, Jagermeister and shots

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

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

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

Seein' and three's
Highly while I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit 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 motherfucker hop up away

got the munchies and they ain't tryin' ta miss
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 dinner at the

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

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