Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o lover and dida

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

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

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

The basement, put the in grand
Here my man
My brother. lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

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

Of the basement! next we got. a guest
I ain't tell 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 paid on the regular
Car the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya
I got and plans, pots and pans
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 young gunz that'll you back
So easy it on the dl
Peace to rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d's on track, lettin you know there's no replacement
Peace signin off, check one two from the basement

from the basement
I'm you now, kid
It's fat
I wonder who this is up?

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

Swimmin in beats a dolphin, so call me don shula
A raider like art shell, crazy defense
A pro bowl soul for local events
The crew name is cl smooth and pete
to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, you later
Clever like a secret agent comin from the

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

Ali-kazaam, never guess what i am
Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and
To stacks of vocal breaks life pays
Kid said, "pete makes in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7
I thought i'd just chill, take a
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin lovely
Walkin down the street, 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 the vernon, his name is di-da, make it raw

Fly an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethin, snoopy, the beagle
People, grab a tight of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves
Blowin up from state to state
I'm comin to town but you can't wait
the station, for conversation at six-block
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get than oceanography
Thinkin of shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like
The is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where i
the mc's swell
Cause i am, crazy funky, cl smooth
My man?, rob-o, g-r pah
The heavster, my brother lover
Everybody. *fades out, hear it*