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
you gonna lay in a buck?
When you bust these suckers
Upside the head another dump?

I no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin'
I just off a double-album You know that shit was tight

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a lady
with a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't

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

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, 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 on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get involved if it mean more
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 many G's to
I game, so I can ease in your womb
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', limpin'
Went from Sauce to big pimpin'
bell bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer to come

But on the track holdin' weight
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 there's love in the
Coast to G's do what you do best
Just get bread, bounce your head

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck The Last 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 could die with the snitch and buried in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the of me
Remember me? The same kid ran triz on Stephanie

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

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

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

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

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

If you'se obsessed your wealth
And got more carats than a rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

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