Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary reach 'fore you make a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these
Upside the head with another

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the trunk like a lady
Come with a album every eight or months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, in it, done it?
When was tryin' to walk 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, drinkin'
I'se diamonded and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt '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 womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just the tomb
I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
Went Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too flare 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 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 if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass
You better get bread, bounce your head

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

You could die with the snitch and buried alive in the
Confide with the Fifth, try to 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
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm 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 or stripes
Niggaz take life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, for braggin' rights

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

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

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

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

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

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

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