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 'fore you 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 a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey like?
I just come off a double-album You know that shit was

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

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?
When y'all was tryin' to 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 from the bar, drinkin' saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The way I get involved if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know 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 game, so I can ease 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 to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
so hot, got summer scared to come

But everybody on the track holdin'
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 coast G's do what you do
Just get bread, bounce your head

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

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

You could die with the snitch and alive 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, la vie and I'm killin' you
you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour deals

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

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

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

And there you it
Three tycoons in at 300 plus
Ya that?
Fat Joe, Money 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 know we do this, ahoa,