Luyện nghe bài hát Crumbs On The Table

Is that a turntable? Well, get on it it's your

Who gets laid, the chicken or the
How about the MC has just been led
To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got
'Cause I'm a feature straight from the Productions

Better known as Boogie
If I was a king now, I'd get crowned
The is a teacher, not a prince or a rap lord
I even my rhymes on a blackboard

To get specific to probably make you
What the 808 plan
It's simple, I'm a it off like this
how many stupid MCs I've dissed

But if they commence to try me I buy it
look them up and down and I'll say, "Don't even try it"
'Cause I can go on and on without
The TR, another of BDP-eating

MCs like Chunky, moving bluntly
Shaking and baking MCs a junky
Fiending, MCs like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning have no name

I'll spin you like a quarter, you like water
Hit below the belt with things you thought of
I lay down the law I am a slaughter
I roll like a tidal wave so you
Float like a sailboat, move a speedboat

In water, now watch you
Into a of mine until you hit the bottom
It's heavy like an anchor, it's no
For me to just you, eat you like a cookie

I am a professional, boy, you're a rookie
I'm here to sing a song but are not able
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the

In my prime, vocal than I've ever been
I'm not an amateur, sort of a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving a long trip
Now I'm to just cold rip

MCs like confetti, eat 'em like
I for a year but yet I'm still ready
To house MCs, sink 'em a boat will
I heavy, thick like oatmeal

So now you know the 808 is
I do damage in just one
Here's a message to those that tryna hang out
Just remember I give pain out

The relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always
Poetry, history, math or paragraphs
I'm not b-boying, just hoeing

Showing, blowing MCs like the wind
I might lay you, sort of like a hen
'Cause your rhymes are and unstable
to me you're just crumbs on the table

You better before you even get soup
I'll put you on the corner and you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want and more
Move you to the side, up and down a seesaw

Pulling out a gun is for
But I'm with it, so go for
You may even try to diss but I it flattery
I pack volts than a Duracell battery

Charging MCs, smooth like the
made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing I be
little city I play, I leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get me

I'm the type of person that never needs
Just a little sex, a six pack of
And my to move about and a Guinness Stout
To make me able, chilling and stable

I'm on the mic
Sometimes I'm on the
I'm superb, sort of herb
A man of my and I've never been served