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 reach you make a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
the head with another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the like 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,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was to run it

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

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

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

The only way I get if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my like Billy 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
I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went Sauce 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 thou', that's the Golden 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 bread, bounce your head

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

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

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

the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm you
Drillin' you with in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

Boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss boom
Bills, wheels, and about dollars
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 than a bunny
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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