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
you gonna 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 smoke
Playa potnah talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just 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 eight or nine
See y'all ain't

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce to big pimpin'
Like bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer to come

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

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

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

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

You could die with the snitch and alive 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
Step to me, la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and about dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope

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

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

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

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

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