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

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm
E'rytime I the microphone I come with smoke
Playa whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a You know that 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 y'all ain't

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

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

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

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

The only way I get involved if it mean 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

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

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

But everybody on the track weight
Five hundred thou', that's the 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
Just get your bread, bounce your

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

Yeah, who fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, I would lie to you, bitch?

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 ran triz on Stephanie

the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm 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
take your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for braggin'

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

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

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

If you'se obsessed your wealth
And got more carats than a bunny
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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