Luyện nghe bài hát Crumbs On The Table

Is that a Well, get on it it's your turn

Who laid, the chicken or the egg?
How about the MC has just been led
To a renegade teacher, then he got stomped
'Cause I'm a feature from the Bronx Productions

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

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

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

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

I'll spin you like a quarter, you like water
Hit below the belt things you never thought of
I lay down the law that I am a
I roll like a tidal so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, like a speedboat

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

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

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

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

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

The TR-808 to a terrorizer
hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math or even
I'm not into b-boying, just

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

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

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

Charging MCs, 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
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 to move 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, of like herb
A man of my and I've never been served