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 'fore you make a bet
When you lay in a buck?
When you gon' these suckers
the head with another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? 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 every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't

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 the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my like Liberace

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

If you'se obsessed with wealth, fanatic
More carats than a bunny
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 know they 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your
I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta
Went from Sauce Money to big
bell 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, the smoke 'round
Let me out who broke now, uh huh

There's love in the and there's love in the West
to coast G's do what you do best
Just get bread, bounce your 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 with The Don?
I hate you niggaz a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the of clicks, Terror 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
Drillin' you with holes in chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the

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

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

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

223 spitters, paper go-getters
digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your

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

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

And you have it
Three weighin' in at 300 plus
Ya that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell
Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?

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