Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

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

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

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

I drop a punchline at
'Cause I'm a Encounter of the None Kind
With rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So all you fools out there 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 your monkey-ass work at fast
And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum
Always use the underground to a comeback?
Is it to the hardcore niggaz that rap?

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

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