Luyện nghe bài hát Broccoli

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

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

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

I "Bitch, if you don't get up outta my talkin' face
I'ma you real 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 spell my name in my
Shoot the hundred fool, let's play for pink slips, whatchu
there shit across the street? That ugly ass gremlin'

Buy some sticky, you got the
Here go Black 'n' Mild style, split 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 need no doctor, I need no shrink
All I need is broccoli and a to drink
Smokin' broccoli now, takes me out
that broccoli now, takes me out
Smell me on this one, 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 come back and spend, Afghani bomb
From and Seagram's Gin

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

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

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

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

Seein' two's and
intoxicated while 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 hoochie mamas, ooh ooh

Give a damn, 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 and they ain't tryin' ta miss
We ride around the corner, nigga, 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 rules and regulations of the up in the yay
Just slap a bitch, if she gets off in my way
open to all the brothers, forgive me grandma yay
Three or different bitches, five or six different times a day

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

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