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 you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
Upside the with another dump?

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the trunk like a lady
Come a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ready

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

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, drunk
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 figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

If you'se obsessed with wealth, fanatic
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
Get your bread, bounce 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 like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too many G's to
I game, so I can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just 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 summer scared to

But everybody on the track holdin'
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden
From BK to Oaktown, pass the 'round
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

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

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

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

You could die the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on

the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm you
Drillin' you with in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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