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 family'll reach '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 punk I'm like a 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come smoke
Playa potnah whatchu 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a You know that shit was tight

You right, I my drops for the club
And the trunk a pregnant lady
Come with a album every 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, in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to it, see I was tryin' to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers 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 bunny
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

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

Lobster, shrimpin', simpin', gangsta limpin'
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
so hot, got summer scared to come

But everybody on the track holdin'
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 coast G's do you do best
Just get your bread, bounce your

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

Yeah, who wanna with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and they 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
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 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 opposin' the
T S, supreme, crows on the

You ain't nothin' what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or
Niggaz your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for 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 eleven-thousand
Worth of counterfeit bills marked and sour dope deals

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

If you'se obsessed with 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, your head

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

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