Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' Bread

It's like the A to B to the C, it's as 1, 2, 3
DJ, y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, bread with, Pete Rock

From the beginnin', spinnin' hip hop
The endin', don't stop
B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim
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 Teddy
Pendergrass, up ya tender ass, you're not ready
Hold steady, first, my ink burst floods and blunder
Crown Hi-Tek sound pounds of thunder
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
Heads know I get down that, can you dig it?
This is the way how I roll or how I deliver packages
Turn the cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it

But don't clap, 'cuz style'll bust caps
I'm and all that, black and get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, and soul
The MC regulator, microphone

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

You can "Huh?" You can me, you ain't heard nuttin' 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 control but I'm wreckless in
I got Harmony and tendancies all in my bones

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

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

I struggle in tug of war, writin' rhymes by the score
Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man give the law
As a it goes, it was destined in my soul
They tested but questioned weapons in my foes

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

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

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

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

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

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

We share packs, back, cover our bear tracks
Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep
two and leak fumes, studyin' Hebrew

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