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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, it?
When y'all was tryin' to 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 back from the sushi bar, saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

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

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

Whatup ma, too many G's to
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', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Money to big pimpin'
bell bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

But on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden
From BK to Oaktown, pass the 'round
Let me out who broke 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, bounce head

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck The Last Don?
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, think I 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 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 holes in chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there you 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 know we do this, ahoa,