Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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 now, takes me out

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

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

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and spell my in my piss
Shoot the hundred fool, play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
there 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? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's white widow
I was to say cause they'd botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, it out

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

Hit up for and hold it for ten, I'm true lung
see who got the most wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna back and spend, Afghani bomb
juice and Seagram's 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, Jagermeister and shots

forty ounces was how I first got my figure
Then I graduated to malt liquor
So hah, let me a swig of that Crown Royal
What you puttin' on that huh? Hash 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, that shit got my twaskin' my life nigga, shit

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

Seein' and three's
intoxicated while 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 back-polluted pussy 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 like a
Ready, get that hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they ain't ta miss
We around 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
slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's open to all the brothers, me grandma yay
Three or four different bitches, five or six different a day

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

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