Luyện nghe bài hát Basically

Whoo, hah,
Wooh, aw

Hey dudes, my interludes more fatter than niggaz LP's
So sell me to stale cheese
I'm nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Bianca

My grand like 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
screwin' ya, all over my studiah

Ride on my MP-60 and let the squeeze your titties
That I hooked you, now fix me with your lips
Botch, unloosen my belt to grab the crotch
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 when they fuck with food on my dinner table
(Word)

I drop a punchline at
'Cause I'm a Close Encounter of the Kind
With dumb rhymes, I allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't that shit to pay my rent with, huh

And to the nosey hoes I ask you
Why you be all fly
When your work at fast food?
And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum
Always use the to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore that rap?

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

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