Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

Hey dudes, my interludes more fatter than most niggaz
So don't sell me to stale
I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's
on ganja, sippin' on a Cherry Bianca

My grand like 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 over my

Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze titties
quickly I hooked 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 basically them trick get no dap
(Word)
And see Redman album is no joke
(Word)
And see basically I get caught up at my label
(Word)
'Cause I kill they fuck with food on my dinner table
(Word)

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

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

That don't give a about the radio
Plus the next at that?
And being and mad about wearing high-tech boots
And black skelly
And making fake-ass because your best buddy packs?

about it, sip on a chocolate thai
And let your brain out of focus
This is episode, coming live
the Funkadelic man himself, yeah, ahh, huh