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 nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Cherry

My grand finale's like an when it's rowdy
more 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
screwin' ya, all over my studiah

Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your
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 trick get no dap
(Word)
And see Redman album is no joke
(Word)
And see basically I don't get up at my label
(Word)
'Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my table
(Word)

I a punchline at lunchtime
'Cause I'm a Encounter of the None Kind
dumb rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you out there with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I need that 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 work at fast
And why is it everytime that a artist
Always use the underground to make a
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that

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