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
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

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

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

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

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can it, seen 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 sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

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

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
Went Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too flare for some
so hot, got summer scared to come

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get bread, bounce 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 West Coast Connection, y'know?

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