Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you bust these suckers
Upside the head with another

I ain't no punk I'm like a 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? 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 a pregnant lady
Come with a album every eight or months
See y'all ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was to run it

a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

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

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

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

But everybody on the track holdin'
Five thou', that's the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lost in the
Drownin', sinkin', holdin' my
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 deals

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

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

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

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

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