Luyện nghe bài hát Crumbs On The Table

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

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

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

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

But if commence to try me I won't buy it
I'll look them up and down and say, "Don't even try it"
'Cause I can go on and on breathing
The TR, another of BDP-eating

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

I'll you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with you never thought of
I lay the law that I am a slaughter
I roll like a wave so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a

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

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

In my prime, more vocal I've ever been
I'm not an amateur, of like a veteran
from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now I'm back to cold rip

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

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

The TR-808 relates to a
Never hiding, clever memorizing
Poetry, history, math or even
I'm not b-boying, just hoeing

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

You better before you even get soup
I'll put you on the corner and sell you like a
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 it, so go for yours
You may even try to but I call it flattery
I pack more than a Duracell battery

MCs, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, was one theme
Or topic, I be rocking
Every little city I play, I a heat wave
up the industry, never try to get with me

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

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