Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o lover and dida

Ahh yeahh!! feel the bay beeee!!
That's this is called the basement!
And my man cl smooth kick it for you 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 fella
So prepare for landing and into a cellar

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

The basement, put the in grand
comes my man
My brother. grap lover, get wreck cousin,

me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep eyes on the prize cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the i display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't 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, the kid from "mecca and the soul brother"
Yeah in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow pete, and find my placement in the basement
The basement, yes where the beats and the flow
Peace i gotta go, 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.

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

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

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

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

That's right, funky
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 life pays when
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, to the chill side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I i'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin
Walkin down the street, props, on the?
I hear voices sayin, "that's 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 like an eagle, a
Always into somethin, like snoopy, the
People, grab a hold of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves
Blowin up spots from state to
I'm comin to town but you just wait
Check the station, for at six-block
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get than oceanography
Thinkin of shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the is obese in the basement

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