Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Get Bread

But I'd get some bread
But I'd get some bread

I I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get some bread, but I'd rather get bread
I said I love having sex but I'd rather get bread
I said I'd get some bread, I said I'd rather get some bread
I I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd get some bread

1]
Ay, it's two hundred in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours be bout me
If they talking bout me and my
Then 'em I'm the King like T.I.P.
When you worth as many as me
They gon' try to get to you
I put it down like I'm sposed to do
And your is on my promotion crew
Gossiping what I did
Gossiping where I live
Aight I'm joking bout where I
Cause she will never where that is
that thing is awesome mayne
The grade that I you is off the chain
I would love to take you to the Rikers'
But I'd rather get some
Now you acting you my dame
when I do my thang
When I tell her she need to
She gon' into a boomerang
Knock, knock, there?
"I'm back" Who
Me not no English
you know I'm a true player!

2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston
I don't care how partners that you can bring
Y'all know that run it, y'all know who the king
I'm so close on the trail my shoes are green
Paper chasing if any left
And I'm on the trail I make the catch
I be so close on that big
That eew, I can smell Ben breath
can try to test my success
If I the best then come place ya bets
I can't see ya saying I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I know it ain't my
The secret bump into me
I y'all gon' have to be mad at me
Every dollar a fatality
And President will be casualties
An it had to be
My game is like Master P's
Every verse I spit is of
Like painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is than gigantic G's
I got and entities
And my wrist is cooler than
Cause my money like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the
Tell the haters I'm birds
But not the drugs, buzzing bird
I an eagle, I'm never scared
Word, gotta close to the money
Look at all the money we making for Johnny
Don't make me a deal, that would me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my bracelet is

I ever tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, for me and I'll improve rap
So in another class, Sam should charge me school tax
to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this chick to burn 'em and she charged me two stacks
No response to that turn on me like I don't do dat
The rumours that I'm hearing just but a few facts