Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

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? It's 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 lips
Botch, my belt thinkin' to grab the crotch
But before you do my glock before it shoot my cock

And see basically them 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 when they fuck with food on my dinner table
(Word)

I a punchline at lunchtime
'Cause I'm a Close of the None Kind
With rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out there with the large
In your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my with, huh

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

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

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