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 family'll reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you gon' these suckers
Upside the head with dump?

I ain't no I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
I touch the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I come off a double-album 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 months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was 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 from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers 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 your wealth,
carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

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 like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too many G's to
I spit game, so I can ease in 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', limpin'
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

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

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

You could die with the snitch and buried alive in the
Confide 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

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm you
Drillin' you with holes in chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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