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
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you gon' bust these
Upside the head with another

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm
I touch the microphone 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 for the club
And the trunk a pregnant lady
Come with a album every eight or nine
See y'all ain't

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to 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 diamonded down and on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

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

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

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

But everybody on the track 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 love in the East and love in the West
Coast to G's do what you do best
Just get your bread, your head

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

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

You die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death 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 holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

223 spitters, hustlers go-getters
digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get bread, bounce your head

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

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

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

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