Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get
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' bust these
the head with another dump?

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the trunk like a lady
Come with a every eight or nine months
See y'all ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, it?
When y'all was to walk it, see I was tryin' 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 clusters on my fingers Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed with your wealth,
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a habit
Get your bread, bounce 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 hoes Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
Went from Sauce to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nothin' like what you say
Out here nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes
take your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, burn boom
Bills, wheels, and eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers paper
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 if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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