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 cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, on a Cherry Bianca

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

on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties
That quickly I hooked you, now fix me your lips
Botch, unloosen my belt 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 basically Redman album is no
(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 punchline at
'Cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None
With dumb rhymes, I allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out there with the large
In your sentence, I don't need shit to pay my rent with, huh

And to the snake-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be all fly
When monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it that a multiplatinum artist
Always use the underground to make a
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that

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

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