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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the like a pregnant lady
Come with a album every or nine months
See y'all ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
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

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

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

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

The way I get involved 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 in your womb
I what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
so hot, got summer scared to come

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

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

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

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

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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