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, break with, Pete Rock

From the beginnin', head hip hop
The never endin', stop
B-boy religion, I'll rock and position
the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock
Follow the greater mission, freedom the top
Beat 'em off the block, now cock they bop
Number one on street spots, the hard rock

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

I got sound and I'm kinda slick wit it
know I get down 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, 'cuz this style'll bust
I'm and all that, black and get control back
But fuck that, control over mind, body and
The MC regulator, detonator

My real live wanna battle niggas take a
Eighty Shieks, 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 that I'm technical, I got those
I got but I'm wreckless in studios
I got and Thug tendancies all in my bones

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

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

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

Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my
Midas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' less gold
My journeys, I march through like atorneys
Send you out on a gerdy talkin' yo' eternity
stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti

One man on the MP and a nigga 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 a wack contract that mean
(No weight)
Got your Hancock on the paper to say

"The locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The locked and don't know, dough flow your way"
"The band locked and 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, it's as 1, 2, 3
DJ, y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread Pete Rock
Main Flo, Flo

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

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

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

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