Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

Hey dudes, my interludes more fatter than most LP's
So don't me to stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, on a Cherry Bianca

My grand finale's an alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars the penile G
And let my clap loudly
click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka
What am I do to ya? It's new to ya
Like screwin' ya, all my studiah

Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze titties
That quickly I you, now fix me with your lips
Botch, unloosen my thinkin' to grab the crotch
But before you do my glock before it shoot my cock

And see them trick bitches get no dap
(Word)
And see basically album is no joke
(Word)
And see basically I get caught up at my label
(Word)
'Cause I kill when they with food on my dinner table
(Word)

I a punchline at lunchtime
'Cause I'm a Encounter of the None Kind
With rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't that shit to pay my rent with, huh

And to the snake-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be all fly
When your work at fast food?
And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum
Always use the to make a comeback?
Is it to the hardcore niggaz that rap?

That don't give a about the radio
Plus the next bitch at
And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech
And skelly hats?
And making frowns because your best buddy packs?

Think about it, sip on a thai
And let your fall out of focus
This is another episode, live
From the man himself, yeah, ahh, huh