Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

Yo save John Bennett, John Bell
Lace in my equality, mic oddessey
Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
Nestle in the glass, I was
tongue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

too many chances, chillin' with niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung the realty 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 bitch tie my lace

'Cuz A is for apple and J is for
And most of y'all
go no hair in the back
And ya is wack