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 family'll reach 'fore you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
Upside the head another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk a pregnant lady
Come a album every eight or nine months
See y'all 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 to walk it, see I was tryin' 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 bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

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

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

Whatup ma, too G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the
I kick it with 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 summer scared to

But everybody on the holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden
BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke 'round
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, your head

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

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

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

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

in the game
Drownin', sinkin', my breath
in the game
Broke, miserable, to death

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

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

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

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

And there you it
Three tycoons weighin' in at 300
Ya undersmell
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 from?
Bitch, you know we do this, ahoa,