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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

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

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

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
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

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, saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed with your wealth,
More carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a habit
Get your bread, your 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 hoes Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could die with the snitch and buried in the ditch
with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, 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
Drillin' you holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

You ain't nothin' what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for points or stripes
Niggaz take life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for braggin'

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

Boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn
Bills, wheels, and about dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour deals

223 spitters, paper go-getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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

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