Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Yo, yeah yeah, yo
(Gotta spit on these bitches quick)
Yea, Jammie bring the thunder, what?
(Word up, doo-doo bitches)
Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo

Yo save John Bennett, trauma John
Lace stay in my equality, mic
Judy Plum, tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was
tongue

Pearly handle, Brooklyn
We bouncin', commercial lookin'
Pussy tight ginger, rough cats to cringers
him surrender is car and legal tender

Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween
Because I study all reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
righteous God Degree, yo
We bread and deal with equality

Yo it, my break and deal with this son
lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy hoe
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of
Or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you survive

You buy and shoot some ride
Ya to glide on B.O.B.B.Y.
Jammie Sommers, her like my daughter
Real niggaz wanna her

Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild blossomin'
Power-U, have you gaspin' for your
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, star Gaps
boots and tastle, with the straw hat

You derelict hoes, we y'all without pullin' down our clothes
While nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes
Imaginate, you best to go home son and
Or put ten dollars up and buy the fat tape

Yo, a thousand, two hundred and fifty cash
Yo now, Miss Sommers, shake that ass
Yo, you love the way my brother
reaction keep you puzzled

Mouth muscle, shuffle, belt buckle
Jammie never kiss ass after I close a deal
You best to believe this rap shit I say is for
A lot of y'all bitches be good earners two out

Take too chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung with the smilin'
Takin' at Louie the thirteenth and tie you up
Bathed in Sheik, so you could your man beat his meat

Cuz, uh, dodi, I got the body
And tutti fruiti, I got the
I shake, my rump, all in ya
Make a bitch tie my sneaker

'Cuz A is for and J is for Jack
And most of y'all
Ain't go no in the back
And ya tracks is