Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

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? It's new to ya
Like screwin' ya, all over my

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

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

I a punchline at lunchtime
'Cause I'm a Close of the None Kind
dumb rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out there 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 a multiplatinum artist
Always use the to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the niggaz that rap?

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

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