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' bust these
Upside the with another dump?

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the like a pregnant lady
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 it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it?
When was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
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
digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, your head

If you'se with your wealth, fanatic
More than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a 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 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

There's love in the East and there's love in the
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 your man if he broke, he wrong
You better get your bread, bounce your

Yeah, who fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz a passion, fuck around 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 with the and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death of me
Remember me? The kid that ran triz on Stephanie

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

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

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

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

223 spitters, paper go-getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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

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