Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

Yo save John Bennett, John Bell
Lace 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 lookin'
Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to
Make him surrender is car and tender

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

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

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

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

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

Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt
Jammie S'll kiss ass after I close 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 chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', hung with the realty smilin'
Takin' shots at Louie the and tie you up
Bathed in Sheik, so you could watch your man his meat

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

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