Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Oh, oh
It's season

I want the finer things, I ain't shit
Break with my niggas, now we lit
I need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't got a whip
Yo with me in the six
have to show her how to ride stick
I don't break bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but always miss

1]
What you talkin' bout, I'm money now
I flexin', I'm just trying to get my momma out
I found another route, already it out
Tell the club owner I'ma get him couch
Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust
Bottle service every we in the club now
Why you creepin' into this
You not
fight over pussy that we just pass around
I get money another world, Jimmy Neutron
Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a
I ain't nothing like these other niggas, don't me
And they put me in a booth and now it's getting scary
No co-signs, a feature, I'ma get it on my own
Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the fuck
shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone
You ain't got enough money so you take her home

I want the finer things, I have shit
bread with my niggas, now we lit
I need a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't got a whip
Yo with me in the six
have to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread a bitch
throwin' shots but they always miss

2]
Get some head and make a track, hit two birds one stone
boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his dome
Told my momma that get her a million dollar home
So I can smoke in the crib, gotta hear her tone
What you doin', girl? Let me interrupt your
And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your
And I the hustle but no I am not a fan
gotta front for nobody, this shit's just who I am
I know the money is comin', the hunger just made me it
My first influence was the and so I went to an onion
Too bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe
And all these up in my circle, she can't lead
Yeah, hood nigga but I party like a
Happy to say never been inside a cop car
Switchin' them in that new GT-R
Go and try it, I don't think you're gonna get far

I want the things, I ain't have shit
Break with my niggas, now we lit
I just need a hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't got a whip
Yo with me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride
I don't break bread with a bitch
throwin' shots but they always miss

It's trap season,