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 you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a
When you gon' bust suckers
Upside the head with dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant
Come with a album every or nine months
See ain't ready

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

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded 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 your wealth, fanatic
More carats than a rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a habit
Get bread, bounce your head

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they '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 womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the
While I kick it 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for
so hot, got summer scared 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
to coast G's do what you do best
Just get your bread, bounce head

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck The Last Don?
I hate you with 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 alive in the
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Terror to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran on Stephanie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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