Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Get Bread

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

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

1]
Ay, it's two women in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours be bout me
If they talking bout me and my
Then tell 'em I'm the King T.I.P.
When you as many millions as me
They gon' try to get to you
Cause I put it down like I'm to do
And your is on my promotion crew
Gossiping about I did
Gossiping about where I
Aight I'm joking bout where I
Cause she will know where that is
Girl that thing is awesome
The that I give you is off the chain
I would love to you to the Rikers' game
But I'd rather get bread
Now you like you my dame
Magical I do my thang
When I her she need to disappear
She gon' into a boomerang
Knock, knock, there?
"I'm back" Who
Me not no English
Girl you I'm a true player!

2]
H-N-I-C of the scene
I don't how many partners that you can bring
Y'all know that I'ma run it, y'all know who the
I'm so close on the trail that my shoes are
Paper chasing if any left
And I'm on the trail I make the catch
I be so on that big face
eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath
Y'all can try to test my
If I the best then come place ya bets
I can't see ya girl saying I my sex
Because I a trick, I know it ain't my cheques
The service bump into me
I swear gon' have to be mad at me
dollar bill's a fatality
And every President be casualties
An it had to be
My hustle game is like P's
Every verse I spit is of
Like that painting that's on my piece
And my crib is worse than G's
I got corporations and
And my wrist is than antifreeze
Cause my stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the
Tell the haters I'm tugging
But not the drugs, buzzing bird
I keep an eagle, I'm scared
Word, gotta stay to the money
at all the money that we making for Johnny
Don't make me a deal, that make me a dummy
Had a bright idea, now my is sunny

I never tell a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm pulling ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove that
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam charge me school tax
to purchase Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to those that turn on me I don't do dat
The that I'm hearing just opinions but a few facts