Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o grap lover and

Ahh yeahh!! feel the bay beeee!!
That's right this is the basement!
And my man cl kick it for you like this.

From the not what am i write simple i can do this
Like popeye to brutus i'm your like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi jackin
So prepare for landing and crash into a

Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the
a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny wanna dangle on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon the cracks on the wall
Buffoon i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not before the kid the basement

The basement, put the funk in
comes my man
My brother. grap lover, get cousin, c'mon

Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul
Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't another
When the funk is played, the i display
to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a
I kick a step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid "mecca and the soul brother"
Yeah in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the
The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes
Peace i go, grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement! next we got. a guest
I ain't gonna you who it is.
C'mon. rap along.

tock tick, things are gettin - thick
Here comes the heavster, and i know it ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin paid on the
Car with the cellular, fellas i'm ya
I got plots and plans, pots and
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the in peace and i'm never strapped
But i know a crew of gunz that'll send you back
So easy it on the dl
to pete rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d's on this track, lettin you there's no replacement
signin off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight the basement
I'm you now, kid
crazy fat
I wonder who this is up?

Fourth but not least, the of the wig out
Freestyle, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin, upon where i from the dungeon
All over the u.s. states, london
Pasttime present, black to the

Swimmin in like a dolphin, so call me don shula
A well like art shell, crazy defense
A pro with soul for local events
The crew is cl smooth and pete rock
Here to sail i prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent from the basement

right, crazy funky
Aww my man
He's crazy funky, his is rob-o, check him out

Ali-kazaam, you'll guess what i am
Motto is that nothin ever changes but and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, to the chill side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought i'd just chill, a breath
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me of kicks, my joint's bumpin lovely
Walkin the street, much props, on the?
I hear sayin, "that's rob-o'dingo in the basement"

Ahh ha ha ha! hah yeah! is funky!
I can it
My man from the vernon, his name is di-da, it raw

Fly an eagle, a seagull
Always somethin, like snoopy, the beagle
People, grab a hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin raw off the shelves
Blowin up from state to state
I'm comin to but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get deeper than
of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

In the basement, is where i
Check the swell
i am, crazy funky, with cl smooth
My man?, rob-o, g-r pah
The heavster, my grap lover
Everybody. *fades out, can't it*