Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

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

3 sixty fin
I pull out my dick and my name in my piss
the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

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

I don't need no doctor, I don't need no
All I need is broccoli and a 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 it for ten, I'm true 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 that Cristal-poppin', Moet shit, I'm from the block
Wheaties, Thunderbird, milk and Aftershock
Boom square country?, Wild Irish Rose
Smugglin' and scotch, Jagermeister and Tequila shots

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

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

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

Seein' 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
back-polluted pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

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

Everybody got the munchies and they tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, there go 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
Just slap a bitch, 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 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

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