Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

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

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

And see basically them bitches get no dap
(Word)
And see basically album is no joke
(Word)
And see basically I don't get caught up at my
(Word)
'Cause I when they fuck with 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 at one time
So fuck all you fools out with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my with, huh

And to the nosey snake-ass 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 to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that

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

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