Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Oh, oh
It's season

I the finer 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 even got a
Yo girl me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride
I don't ever break bread a bitch
throwin' shots but they always miss

1]
What you bout, I'm getting money now
I ain't flexin', I'm just trying to get my out
I found another route, mapped it out
Tell the club owner get him another couch
Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust
Bottle service every time we in the now
Why you creepin' this section?
You not
Niggas fight over that we just pass around
I get money from another world, Jimmy
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 scary
No co-signs, fuck a feature, get it on my own
Baby, I trying to see it, just leave me the fuck alone
Niggas shootin' up in the club, I'm prone
You ain't got money so you can't take her home

I want the finer things, I have shit
bread with my niggas, now we lit
I just a cold 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 throwin' shots but always miss

2]
Get some and make a track, hit two birds with one stone
That boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his
Told my momma that I'ma get her a dollar home
So I can smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear her
What you doin', Let me interrupt your plans
And why you pressed 'cause I comment on your Instagram?
And I the hustle but no I am not a fan
Ain't gotta for nobody, this shit's just who I am
I know the money is comin', the just made me want it
My first influence was the trap and so I went to an
Too many bitches up in the spot, I breathe
And all these up in my circle, she can't lead
Yeah, hood nigga but I like a rockstar
Happy to say I've been inside a cop car
Switchin' lanes in that new GT-R
Go ahead and try it, I don't think you're get far

I want the things, I ain't have shit
Break with my niggas, now we lit
I need a cold hundred on my wrist
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 bread with a
Niggas shots but they always miss

It's trap season,