Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

handle, scroll Brooklyn
We bouncin', commercial lookin'
tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers
Make him surrender is car and legal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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