Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

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

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

Yo it, my break and deal with this son
Explicit lyrical orgy, you 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 straw
Ya tried to on B.O.B.B.Y.
Jammie Sommers, 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
boots and tastle, with the straw hat

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

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

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

too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung with the realty
Takin' shots at Louie the and tie you up
in Sheik, so you could watch your man beat 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