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
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary family'll 'fore you make a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust suckers
the head with another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a album eight or nine months
See y'all ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development 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

a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I know what you thinkin', I'm teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
Flow so hot, got scared to come

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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