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 gon' bust suckers
the head with another dump?

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

You right, I my drops for the club
And the like a pregnant lady
Come with a every eight or nine months
See y'all ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
Who can split it, it, did it, been in it, done it?
y'all was tryin' 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, go getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

The way I get involved if it mean 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 womb
I know you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it 40, take the keys to my room

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

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

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

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and they you quick
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
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the of clicks, Terror 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, c'est la vie and I'm 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' for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz take your with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

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

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

If you'se obsessed your wealth
And got more carats than a bunny
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 there you it
Three tycoons in at 300 plus
Ya undersmell
Fat Joe, Sauce 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,