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
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

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

I no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin'
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 lady
with a album every eight or nine months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
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, drunk
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way back from the bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers Liberace

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

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

The way I get involved 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

Whatup ma, too G's to consume?
I game, so I can ease in your womb
I know you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
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

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

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

Yeah, who fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you 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 and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran on Stephanie

the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stick Wid It Records, new millennium
Ya me? Where you come from?
Bitch, you know we do this, ahoa,