Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

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

My grand finale's an alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the G
And let my clap loudly
click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka
What am I do to ya? It's 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 thinkin' to the crotch
But before you do move my before it shoot my cock

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

I drop a punchline at
'Cause I'm a Encounter of the None Kind
With rhymes, I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out there with the vocabulary
In sentence, I don't 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 multiplatinum
use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that

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

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