Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

Pearly handle, Brooklyn
We bouncin', keep lookin'
Pussy tight ginger, turn cats to cringers
Make him surrender is car and tender

on time, manifest all time 'tween beams
Because I all true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
Study God Degree, yo
We break bread and 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 No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive

You buy and shoot some ride
Ya tried to on B.O.B.B.Y.
Jammie Sommers, treat her my daughter
Real niggaz fuck her

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

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

Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty
Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, that ass
Yo, you the way my brother splash
Chain reaction you puzzled

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

Take too many chances, chillin' 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 fruiti, I got the booty
I shake, my rump, all in ya
Make a bitch tie my sneaker

'Cuz A is for and J is for Jack
And of y'all bitches
Ain't go no hair in the
And ya is wack