Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

Pearly handle, Brooklyn
We bouncin', commercial keep
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to
Make him is car and legal tender

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

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

You buy and shoot straw ride
Ya to glide on B.O.B.B.Y.
Sommers, treat her like my daughter
Real wanna fuck her

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

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

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

Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt
S'll never kiss ass after I close a deal
You best to believe this rap I say is for real
A lot of y'all bitches be earners with two out

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

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

'Cuz A is for and J is for Jack
And most of y'all
go no hair in the back
And ya is wack