Luyện nghe bài hát Break Bread

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You derelict hoes, we y'all without pullin' down our clothes
While your wish 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 and fifty cash
Yo now, Miss Sommers, shake that ass
Yo, you love the way my splash
Chain reaction keep you

Mouth muscle, card shuffle, buckle
Jammie S'll kiss ass after I close a deal
You best to this rap shit I say is for real
A lot of bitches be good earners with two out

Take too many chances, chillin' niggaz, lampin'
Profilin', wildin', Jammie hung with the smilin'
Takin' shots at Louie the and tie you up
Bathed in Sheik, so you could 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
Make a bitch tie my lace

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