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 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you bust these suckers
the head with another dump?

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the like a pregnant lady
Come with a album every or nine months
See ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can it, seen it, did it, been 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 sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like

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

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

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

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big
Like bell bottoms, too flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

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

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

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you niggaz a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My mad, strong and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I lie to you, bitch?

You die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the of me
me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the
T S, supreme, on the nest

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

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

boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, burn boom
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope

223 spitters, hustlers go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, niggaz
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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

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