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 get high

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no
All I need is and a 40-oz to drink
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' 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' home always smellin' tuna fish and brew"

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

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and my name in my piss
Shoot the fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That shit across the street? 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 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 and a 40-oz to drink
Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on 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 come back and spend, bomb
juice and Seagram's Gin

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

Drinkin' forty ounces was how I first got my
I graduated 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 south San Francisco
On some farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Charlie Hustle, yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that got my twaskin' my life nigga, shit

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

two's and three's
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 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 a philly
Ready, get motherfucker hop up away

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

The and regulations of the game up in the yay
slap a bitch, silly if she gets off in my way
She's to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
or four different bitches, five or six different times a day

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

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