Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Oh, oh
It's trap

I want the finer things, I ain't have
Break bread 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 to show her how to ride stick
I don't ever break bread a bitch
Niggas throwin' shots but always miss

1]
What you talkin' bout, I'm money now
I ain't flexin', I'm just to get my momma out
I found route, already mapped it out
Tell the club owner I'ma get him another
on my wrist, that's a bust down
Bottle service time we in the club now
Why you creepin' this section?
You not
Niggas over pussy that we just pass around
I get money from another world, Jimmy
Go support your mother, she sleep on a futon
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, fuck a feature, get it on my own
Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the alone
shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone
You got enough 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 a cold hundred on my wrist
Chauffeur, I ain't got a whip
Yo girl me in the six
I'ma have to show her how to ride
I don't ever bread with a bitch
Niggas throwin' but they always miss

2]
Get some head and a track, hit two birds with one stone
That boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his
Told my that I'ma get her a million dollar home
So I can in the crib, ain't gotta hear her tone
What you doin', girl? Let me your plans
And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your
And I the hustle but no I am not a fan
Ain't front for nobody, this shit's just who I am
I know the money is comin', the just made me want it
My influence was the trap and so I went to an onion
Too bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe
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 don't think gonna get far

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

It's season, bruh