Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

Let's get sick wid it,
Sick wid it, baby,
get sick 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
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' that broccoli now, 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 like tuna fish and brew"

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

3 sixty 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 sticky, you got the pillow
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, it down the middle
What's that? That Oakland Crip? Nah it's that white
I was about to say cause they'd botha 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' broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, 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 come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

Smokin' that 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 and a 40-oz to drink

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Pimpin'
L-R P wannabe's, stuck up H O E's
Disease-infested back-polluted pussy mamas, ooh ooh

a damn, make that 2 8 9, think I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel scram
Get gas, go in sideways, up like a philly
Ready, get that hop up away

Everybody got the munchies and they tryin' ta miss
We around the corner, nigga, there go Emmitt Smith
Webulation Bust a U-ey folker, oh as I'm out
Damn my beeper, I got dinner 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 open to all the brothers, forgive me yay
Three or four different bitches, or six different times a day

I don't no doctor, I don't need 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 wid it, baby