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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

My penitentiary family'll reach you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
the head with another dump?

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

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

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
Who can it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it?
y'all was tryin' to walk 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 on my fingers like Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed with wealth, fanatic
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one 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 they want 'em, diamonds, '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 your
I what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my

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

But on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the '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 what you do
get your bread, bounce your head

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

Yeah, who fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get on
My niggaz mad, strong and 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 in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
to me, c'est 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 nothin' like you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or
Niggaz take your life with box
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

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

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

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

Get your bread, your 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 West Coast Connection, y'know?

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