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 penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
Upside the with another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a album eight 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, seen it, did it, in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to it, see I was tryin' to run it

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

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

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

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

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

To all my gettin' 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 Last
I hate you niggaz with a passion, 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 alive in the ditch
Confide the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror 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 holes in your chest, you the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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