Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

Yo save John Bennett, trauma John
stay in my equality, mic oddessey
Judy Plum, tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was
Double-edged

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

Sunshine on time, manifest all time beams
Because I study all true reality, by my Wallabees
righteous God Degree, yo
We break bread and deal equality

Yo check it, my break and deal with son
Explicit lyrical orgy, you smell like dead foggy hoe
While Jammie splash you the bottle of Giorgio
Or Chanel's No. 5, dog you can't survive

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

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

You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin' our clothes
While your 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, watch Miss Sommers, that ass
Yo, you love the way my brother
Chain reaction you puzzled

muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle
Jammie S'll never kiss ass after I a deal
You to believe this rap shit I say is for real
A lot of bitches be good earners with two out

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

Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, I got the
And fruiti, I got the booty
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 bitches
Ain't go no in the back
And ya is wack