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 reach 'fore you a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these
Upside the head another dump?

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

You right, I make my drops for the
And the trunk like a lady
Come with a album every eight or months
See y'all ain't

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was to run it

a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
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 on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get involved if it mean more
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and on 'em

ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I know 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 Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too flare for some
Flow so hot, got scared to come

But on the track holdin' weight
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 love in the West
Coast to coast G's do you do best
Just get your bread, bounce head

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

Yeah, who wanna fuck The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and 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 alive in the
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, 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, la vie and I'm killin' you
you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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