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
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get

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

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

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

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh,
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
Locked a lot of kis in the trunk, kis in the
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin'
I'se diamonded down and on my fingers 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 wealth, fanatic
More carats than a rabbit
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes 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 what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, the keys to my room

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If obsessed with your wealth
And got more carats a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce head

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

And there you it
Three tycoons weighin' in at 300
Ya undersmell
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya 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,