Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

Hey dudes, my interludes more fatter than most LP's
So sell me to stale cheese
I'm more than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Bianca

My grand finale's like an alley it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the G
And let my nine loudly
click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka
What am I do to ya? somethin' new to ya
Like screwin' ya, all over my

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

And see them trick bitches get no dap
(Word)
And see basically Redman album is no
(Word)
And see I don't get caught up at my label
(Word)
'Cause I kill when they with food on my dinner table
(Word)

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

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

That don't give a fuck the radio
Plus the bitch at that?
And being hardcore and mad wearing high-tech boots
And skelly hats?
And fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs?

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