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 you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these
Upside the with another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm
E'rytime I touch the I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? dey lookin' like?
I just come off a You know that shit was tight

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

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, it, did it, been 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
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way back from the sushi bar, saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and on 'em

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

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big
bell bottoms, too much flare for some
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 find out who now, uh huh

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

You die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the of clicks, Terror Squad 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 holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, on the nest

You ain't like what you say
Out here ain't nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz 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, boss boom
Bills, wheels, and eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour deals

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

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

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

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

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