Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

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

My penitentiary reach 'fore you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust suckers
Upside the head with dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a album every or nine months
See y'all ready

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

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

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

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

The only way I get involved if it mean dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they want 'em, diamonds, '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 know what you thinkin', I'm just the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't nothin' like you say
Out here ain't nuttin' for brownie points or stripes
take your 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, boss boom
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills money and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers go-getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce 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 bread, bounce your 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?
East West Coast Connection, y'know?

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