Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

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

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

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

You buy and shoot some straw
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 oxygen
Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star
Cowboy and tastle, with the straw hat

You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all pullin' down our clothes
While your nigga wish to lick Sommers' toes
Imaginate, you best to go son and masturbate
Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat

Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty
Yo now, watch Sommers, shake that ass
Yo, you love the way my splash
reaction keep you puzzled

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

Take too chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung 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, dodi, I got the body
And tutti fruiti, I got the
I shake, my rump, all in ya
a bitch tie my sneaker lace

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