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

I ain't no punk I'm a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the I come with smoke
potnah 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 lady
Come a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, in it, done it?
When was tryin' to walk 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 back from the bar, drinkin' saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed your wealth, fanatic
carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
Get your bread, your head

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
all my hoes 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 what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, the keys to my room

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

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

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

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, around and get blast on
My mad, strong 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 livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the 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 holes in your chest, you the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

in the game
Drownin', sinkin', my breath
in the game
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 figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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

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