Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

My grand finale's like an alley it's rowdy
Kick more bars the penile G
And let my nine loudly
Click click, bee-yow, bang,
What am I do to ya? It's new to ya
screwin' ya, all over my studiah

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

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

I a punchline 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 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 your monkey-ass at fast food?
And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum
use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it to the hardcore niggaz that rap?

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

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