Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Oh, oh
It's trap

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

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

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

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

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

It's trap season,