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
When you lay in a buck?
you gon' bust these suckers
Upside the head another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk a pregnant lady
Come a album every eight or nine months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, 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'
diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

If you'se with your 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 involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

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

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

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

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last
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, think I lie to you, bitch?

You could die with the snitch and alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death of me
me? The same 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, on the nest

You ain't like what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or
Niggaz take your with box cutters
Fuck a knife, for braggin' rights

in the game
Drownin', sinkin', my breath
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 money and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers go-getters
digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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

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