Luyện nghe bài hát Get Breaded

Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get
Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

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

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the trunk like a lady
Come a album every eight or nine months
See ain't 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?
When y'all was to walk 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 back from the sushi bar, saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get involved if it mean 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 many G's to
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

But on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Gate
BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke 'round
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 what you do
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 get your bread, bounce your head

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, and they kill you quick
out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I you
to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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