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' these suckers
Upside the head with dump?

I ain't no I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
I touch the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just off a double-album 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 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 split it, 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 back the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed with your wealth,
More carats than a bunny
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
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
all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too many G's to
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', gangsta
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 holdin'
hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, the smoke 'round
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

love in the East and there's love in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do
Just get your bread, your 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 you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, I would lie to you, bitch?

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

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

You ain't nothin' like you say
Out here ain't nuttin' 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, to death

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

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

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

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

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

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