Luyện nghe bài hát I'd Rather Get Bread

But I'd rather get some
But I'd get some bread

I said I love having sex but I'd rather get bread
But I'd rather get bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread
But I'd rather get bread, but I'd rather get some bread
I said I love having sex but I'd get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I said I'd rather get some
I said I having sex but I'd rather get some bread
I said I'd rather get some bread, I I'd rather get some bread

1]
Ay, it's two hundred in the V.I.P.
And all of the rumours be bout me
If they talking bout me and my
tell 'em I'm the King like T.I.P.
When you as many millions as me
They gon' try to get to you
Cause I put it like I'm sposed to do
And your chick is on my crew
about what I did
Gossiping about where I
Aight I'm bout where I live
Cause she never know where that is
Girl that thing is mayne
The grade I give you is off the chain
I would love to you to the Rikers' game
But I'd get some bread
Now you like you my dame
Magical when I do my
When I tell her she need to
She gon' into a boomerang
Knock, knock, who's
"I'm back" Who
Me not no English
you know I'm a true player!

2]
H-N-I-C of the Houston
I don't care how many partners that you can
Y'all know that I'ma run it, know who the king
I'm so close on the trail that my are green
Paper chasing if any left
And I'm on the trail I make the catch
I be so on that big face
eew, I can smell Ben Franklin's breath
Y'all can try to test my
If I ain't the best then place ya bets
I can't see ya girl I ain't my sex
Because I ain't a trick, I it ain't my cheques
The secret service into me
I swear gon' have to be mad at me
Every bill's a fatality
And President will be casualties
An it had to be
My hustle is like Master P's
Every I spit is of masterpiece
Like painting that's on my mantle piece
And my crib is worse gigantic G's
I got and entities
And my is cooler than antifreeze
Cause my stretching like Hammer P
A-N-T, what's the
the haters I'm tugging birds
But not the drugs, that bird
I keep an eagle, I'm never
Word, stay close to the money
Look at all the money that we making for
Don't me a deal, that would make me a dummy
Had a idea, now my bracelet is sunny

I never ever a yellow stellar to get her groove back
I'm pulling that ella-ella-unbrella, tell her groove
New Barack O-baller, vote for me and improve rap
So in another class, Uncle Sam should charge me tax
Used to Jordans, found out Michael was a rude cat
Paid this to burn 'em and she only charged me two stacks
No response to that turn on me like I don't do dat
The rumours that I'm hearing just opinions but a few