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 gon' these suckers
Upside the head another dump?

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the trunk a pregnant 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, housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, it?
When was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, drunk
a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the trunk
On my way from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

If you'se with your wealth, fanatic
carats than 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 'em, diamonds, flaunt '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 womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the to my room

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

But everybody on the track weight
Five hundred thou', the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you'se with your wealth
And got carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed
Get bread, bounce 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, Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?
Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?

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