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 reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
you gon' bust these suckers
Upside the with another dump?

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

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

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development 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
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 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 obsessed with your wealth, fanatic
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes 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 you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

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

But everybody on the holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', 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 gettin' chicks if you love the song
Tell man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong
You better get 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 they kill you
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you,

You could die with the snitch and buried 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 same kid ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
Step to me, 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 here ain't nuttin' nice for points or stripes
Niggaz take your life with box
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 burn
Bills, wheels, and about dollars
Worth of bills marked money and sour dope deals

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

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

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

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

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