Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Yo, yeah yeah, yo
(Gotta spit on bitches real quick)
Yea, Sommers 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
Judy Plum, tag on the drum
in the glass, I was plunged
Double-edged

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

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

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

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

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

You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all pullin' down our clothes
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 and fifty cash
Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, that ass
Yo, you the way my brother splash
Chain reaction keep you

muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle
Jammie S'll kiss ass after I close a deal
You best to believe this rap shit I say is for
A lot of y'all be good earners with two out

Take too many chances, chillin' with niggaz,
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung with the realty
shots at Louie the thirteenth and tie you up
Bathed in Sheik, so you could your 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

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