Luyện nghe bài hát Breakin' Bread

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

From the beginnin', spinnin' hip hop
The never endin', don't
B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim
the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, marks the top
'em off the block, now cock wrap they bop
Number one on spots, Homeskill' the hard rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my
Midas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' than gold
My journeys, I march through madness atorneys
Send you out on a gerdy talkin' yo' eternity
stand it, search 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 and gently
Have it way, a freestyle mean no pay
If you sign a contract that mean
(No weight)
Got your John Hancock on the to say

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

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

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

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

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

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