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 bust these suckers
Upside the head with another

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

You right, I make my for the club
And the like a pregnant lady
Come with a album every eight or nine
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 was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' 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, drinkin'
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers 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 rabbit
Pop yo' one time if you got a weed habit
Get bread, bounce your head

The only way I get involved if it more dough
Uh huh, Money, E 4 O
You know they 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can in your womb
I know you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', limpin'
Went Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to

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

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

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

Yeah, who wanna with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, around and get blast on
My mad, strong 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 buried alive in the
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you
We the livest of clicks, Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran on Stephanie

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

You ain't nothin' like you say
Out ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for braggin'

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

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

223 spitters, paper go-getters
Seven figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, your head

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

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

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

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