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 'fore you a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you bust these suckers
Upside the head with dump?

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the like a pregnant lady
with a album every eight or nine months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin'
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 your

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

The only way I get 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 many G's to
I spit game, so I can in your womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just the tomb
While I kick it 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
Flow so hot, got scared to come

But everybody on the holdin' weight
hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate
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 G's do what you do best
Just get your bread, 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 with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get on
My niggaz mad, strong and they you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die with the 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 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 chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

Boom boom, boom, boom
weebleations, boss burn boom
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills marked and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers paper
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, niggaz
Get your bread, bounce head

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

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

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

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