Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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 now, takes me out

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

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

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and spell my in my piss
the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu slammin'
That there shit across the street? ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go some Black 'n' Mild style, 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 no doctor, I don't need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a 40-oz to
Smokin' broccoli now, takes 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
Let's see who got the wind, get 'em sprung
Make 'em wanna come and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Gin

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

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

My saha from south San Francisco
On some farm down in San Luis Obisbo
Wake yo' ass up Hustle, wake yo' ass up, why you asleep?
'Cause, nigga that shit got my my life nigga, shit

Smokin' that broccoli now, me out
Smokin' that 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 I'm slidin' on a brim
Set of Z's and V's, spit Long Pimpin'
L-R P sophisticated wannabe's, up H O E's
Disease-infested pussy hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, make that 2 8 9, I had a V8
Highly carburetor, four-barrel engine
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, go Emmitt Smith
Webulation a U-ey folker, oh as I'm hoppin' out
Damn that's my beeper, I got dinner at the

The rules and of the game 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 four different bitches, five or six different a day

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

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