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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm
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 that shit was tight

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

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
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
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's love in the East and there's love in the
Coast to coast G's do you do best
Just get your bread, 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 with The Last Don?
I you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you,

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

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 like what you say
Out here ain't nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz take your life box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

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

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

If you'se with 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, your 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 Coast Connection,

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