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

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a album eight or nine months
See y'all ain't

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like

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

If you'se obsessed with your wealth,
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get bread, bounce your head

The way I get involved if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

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

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

But on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

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

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

Yeah, who fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck 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
with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran 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 your chest, you the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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', holdin' my
in the game
Broke, miserable, starvin' to

Boom boom boom, boom,
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and about dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope

223 spitters, hustlers paper
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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

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