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 family'll 'fore you make a bet
you gonna lay in a buck?
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 potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? dey lookin' like?
I just come off a double-album You 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 ready

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, 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 the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

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

The way I get involved if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they want 'em, diamonds, 'em
Treat all my like 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 the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', limpin'
Went Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
Flow so hot, got summer to come

But everybody on the holdin' weight
hundred 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 your bread, your head

To all my money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he wrong
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, strong and they kill you
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I 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 livest of clicks, Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid ran triz on Stephanie

the minimal, enemies, I pity 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 nothin' like what you say
Out here nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz take your with box cutters
Fuck a knife, for braggin' rights

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

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

223 spitters, hustlers paper
digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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

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