Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

My grand finale's like an when it's rowdy
Kick bars than the penile G
And let my nine clap
Click click, bee-yow, bang,
am I do to ya? It's somethin' 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 thinkin' to grab the crotch
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 get caught up at my label
(Word)
'Cause I kill they fuck with food on my dinner table
(Word)

I drop a at lunchtime
'Cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None
With dumb rhymes, I battle allay'all at one
So fuck all you fools out there the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need 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 multiplatinum
Always use the to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz rap?

That don't a fuck about the radio
Plus the bitch at that?
And hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots
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
is another episode, coming live
From the man himself, yeah, ahh, huh