Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' Bread

It's like the A to B to the C, easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah
Collaborate, bread with, Pete Rock

From the beginnin', spinnin' hip hop
The endin', don't stop
B-boy religion, rock and claim position
Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on
Follow the greater mission, freedom the top
'em off the block, now cock wrap they bop
Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the rock

I drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like
Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, not ready
Hold steady, think first, my ink floods and blunder
Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of
Street hunger, the universal man works
Mic and hand land, rockin' up from down under

I got sound control and I'm slick wit it
know I get down like that, can you dig it?
This is the way how I or how I deliver this packages
Turn the other cheek, 'cuz track I be smackin' it

But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust
I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control
But fuck that, control mind, body and soul
The MC regulator, detonator

My real live wanna battle niggas a vouch
Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da monkey out'
Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in City
When I spit here it's easy as
(1, 2, 3)

You can "Huh?" You can hear me, you ain't heard yet
I'm live and fortified Kweli and Mos Def
Practice the incredible, ain't even competable
Due to I'm technical, TKO's I got those
I got but I'm wreckless in studios
I got Harmony and Thug all in my bones

No need to be flashy, for to recognize me
Hi-Tek throw them joints magnetize me
We global, east, west, north, south, we
Hands that touch mic's get smacked 'cuz a no, no
Who the mic? Yo, we take the whole show
When hear this piece they call off with no shows

like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Deck
Collaborate, break bread with Rock
Donte, Flo

I struggle more in tug of war, rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, this poor man would give the law
As a testament it goes, it was in my soul
They tested but weapons rest in my foes

in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls
Midas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' less gold
My journeys, I march through madness atorneys
Send you out on a talkin' 'bout yo' eternity
Can't stand it, search for your wind Ban Enti

One man band on the MP and a nigga ran
Hi-Tek, all these niggas can exempt me
Say he's the nicest out and gently
Have it your way, a freestyle no pay
If you sign a wack contract mean
(No weight)
Got your Hancock on the paper to say

"The band locked and know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, flow your way"
"The locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and don't know, dough flow way"

Alright okay, I'm feelin' you,
like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Deck
Collaborate, break with Pete Rock
Main Flo, Flo

Woes out my box, seven locks, pressure to plot
Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live Desert Fox
Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same
Train to get the most plus the minimals

Rob past, raw cash, facin' the God
Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of caps
For cop cash, taps, eyes on my top hat
Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop
This rare rap, air vac', and fair fact

We share packs, stare back, cover our tracks
Ya move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth
Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin'

Big Ohio
Homeskillet, Crunch
Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek