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' bust suckers
Upside the head another dump?

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

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

At seventeen, I had a dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development
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 back from the sushi bar, saki
I'se down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

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

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

The only way I get if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes 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 with 40, take the keys to my

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

But on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke
Let me find out who now, uh huh

There's 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 if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass
You better get bread, bounce your head

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Don?
I hate you niggaz a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, 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 alive in the ditch
with 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, la vie and I'm killin' 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 ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or
Niggaz take life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for rights

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

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

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

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

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

And there you it
Three tycoons in at 300 plus
Ya that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell
East Coast West Coast Connection,

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