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 reach 'fore you make a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these
Upside the head with another

I no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin'
I just come off a You know that shit was tight

You right, I my drops for the club
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?
y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

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

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

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

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

ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in 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', limpin'
Went from Money to big pimpin'
bell bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, around and get blast on
My mad, strong and they kill you quick
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 with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Squad 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 with 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 your life with box
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

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

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

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

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

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

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