Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

My penitentiary family'll reach you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you bust these suckers
the head with another dump?

I ain't no I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
I touch the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a double-album You know that was tight

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a lady
with a album every eight or nine months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, it?
y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, drunk
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded down and on my fingers like Liberace

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, paper go
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, niggaz
Get your bread, bounce head

If obsessed with your wealth, fanatic
More than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they want 'em, diamonds, 'em
Treat all my like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I know what you thinkin', I'm just the tomb
While I it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
so hot, got summer scared to come

But everybody on the holdin' weight
hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke
Let me find out who now, uh huh

There's love in the East and there's in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do
Just get your bread, bounce your

To all my gettin' money chicks if you the song
Tell your man if he broke, he wrong
You get your bread, bounce your head

Yeah, who wanna with The Last Don?
I hate you with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My mad, strong and they kill you quick
out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die with the snitch and buried in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death of me
me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, crows on the

You nothin' like what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie or stripes
Niggaz take life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for rights

Lost in the
Drownin', sinkin', holdin' my
Lost in the
Broke, miserable, starvin' to

boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills marked and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers paper
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, niggaz
Get bread, bounce your head

If you'se obsessed with your
And got more carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce head

Get your bread, bounce head
Get your bread, bounce head

And there you it
Three tycoons weighin' in at 300
Ya undersmell
Fat Joe, Sauce and E-40, ya undersmell that?
Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?

Stick Wid It Records, new ballers
Ya undersmell me? Where you from?
Bitch, you we do this, ahoa, shit