Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

My grand like an alley when it's rowdy
Kick bars than the penile G
And let my clap 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 MP-60 and let the squeeze your titties
That I hooked you, now fix me with your lips
Botch, unloosen my belt thinkin' to grab the
But before you do move my glock before it shoot my

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

I drop a at lunchtime
I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind
With dumb rhymes, I battle allay'all at one
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 nosey hoes 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 that

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

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