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 family'll reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you gon' these suckers
Upside the head another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a You know that shit was tight

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

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

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

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, go getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, your head

If you'se with your wealth, fanatic
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
Went from Money to big pimpin'
Like bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

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

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

To all my money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass
You better get bread, bounce your head

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

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

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

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

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

Boom boom boom, boom,
Crazy weebleations, burn boom
Bills, wheels, and eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills money and sour dope deals

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

If you'se obsessed your wealth
And got more carats than a rabbit
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get bread, bounce your head

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

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

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