Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

Yo, yeah, yo what?
(Gotta spit on these bitches quick)
Yea, Sommers 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, ghetto tag on the
in the glass, I was plunged
Double-edged

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

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

Yo it, my break and deal with this son
Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like foggy hoe
While Jammie splash you with the bottle of
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
niggaz wanna fuck her

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

You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin' 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 thousand, two hundred and fifty cash
Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, that ass
Yo, you love the way my splash
Chain reaction you puzzled

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

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

Cuz, uh, dodi, I got the body
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 of y'all bitches
Ain't go no hair in the
And ya is wack