Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

Yo save John Bennett, John Bell
Lace stay in my equality, mic
Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was
Double-edged

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

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

Yo check it, my break and with this 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 can't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 most of bitches
Ain't go no hair in the
And ya tracks is