Luyện nghe bài hát Crumbs On The Table

Is that a turntable? Well, get on it your turn

Who gets laid, the or the egg?
How about the MC that has just led
To a renegade teacher, preacher he got stomped
'Cause I'm a straight from the Bronx 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 my rhymes on a blackboard

To get specific to probably make you
What the 808 plan
simple, I'm a round it off like this
That's how stupid MCs I've 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 real
Shaking and baking MCs a junky
Fiending, MCs like they was cocaine
them John Doe, meaning they have no name

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

In water, now you soak
Into a rhyme of mine you hit the bottom
It's heavy like an anchor, it's no
For me to just bake you, eat you 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 crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than I've ever
I'm not an amateur, sort of like a
Split 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 a boat will
I roll heavy, thick oatmeal

So now you know the 808 is
I do in just one moment
a little message to those that tryna hang out
Just remember that I give out

The relates to a terrorizer
hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math or even
I'm not into b-boying, hoeing

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

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

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

MCs, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one
Or topic, showing I be
Every little city I play, I leave a wave
Burning up the industry, try to get with me

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

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