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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

I ain't no I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come with
Playa potnah talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a You know that shit was tight

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

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

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way back the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
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 head

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

The only way I get involved if it mean more
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and on 'em

ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can 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', gangsta
Went from Sauce Money to big
Like bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

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

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

You die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the 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 with holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

Boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and dope deals

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

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

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

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

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