Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

Let's get wid it, baby
Sick wid it, baby,
get sick 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 broccoli and a to drink
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out

While I was
Bitch tried to hit me upside the head with her
'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to?
Comin' home always smellin' like 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 gon' be no pretty sight"

24-7 3 fin
I pull out my dick and spell my name in my
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' style, split it down the middle
What's that? That Crip? Nah it's that white widow
I was about to say cause botha have your ass
Up in the hospital, it out

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

Hit up for five and hold it for ten, I'm true
Let's see who got the wind, get 'em sprung
'em wanna come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From juice and Gin

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

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

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

that 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

two's and three's
Highly intoxicated while I'm slidin' on a
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, figured up like a
Ready, get that hop up away

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

The rules and regulations of the 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, or six different times a day

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

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