Luyện nghe bài hát That's How We Break Bread

p]
Huh huh, nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the
And got rich year you know what I'm sayin'

P and bo went half on some dope, half on some dope, half on dope
P and bo went half on some dope, turn a ounce into a key

Mo' money, mo mother mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage
out the window with the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood
Half a key on the room table, and from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my friends got the gear
Breakin' a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't game , cause rain
So fuck you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's you know
Them niggas, quick to pull that asshole
dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first the block to stack a mill because

4x

Everyday, all day, to get paid
Straight ballin', how we break bread

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, down for 22 years
Finally done came up, og a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that pervis ? ? ?
no limits to these hits that I make
The ice cream man, the pin of the bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, to the ground
S.k. 'bout to get my dirty, tru stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 sel and up
On my way way to sac. with crome gats, 40 g's,
4 tires of that kill' crack
give a fuck if I die or go to the pen.
I'm headed to the end, a dope fiends best
So call me the nino brown
Cause dope and makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' dope to the
Like b.b. blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these until it's a drought man
I got more than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa in the back
And I you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the windows chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street
Hit the and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization like a clock

4x

[king
Just another episode of how us no limit tru niggas make our
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the
You know what I and like nigga p
Said day, all day, hustlin' to get paid
how we break bread hahahaha