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 kick it for you like this.

the heights not what am i write simple i can do this
Like popeye to brutus i'm your host a stewardess
Fly the neighborhood hi jackin fella
So prepare for landing and into a cellar

Bodies in the buddha cloud, in the tune
Like a show all nights, a eight in a lagoon
pete rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the
Buffoon i'm like a mink while soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, 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 cause you won't another
When the funk is played, the i display
Quick to bust a so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp a razor
I kick a step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid "mecca and the soul brother"
Yeah once in a 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 gotta go, grapster's out the of the basement

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

Tick tock tick, things are gettin -
Here the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin paid on the
Car the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, and pans
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and i'm strapped
But i a crew of young gunz that'll send you back
So does it on the dl
Peace to pete rock, and the don cl
Heavy d's on this track, you know there's no replacement
Peace signin off, one two straight from the basement

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

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

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

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess i am
Motto is that nothin ever but haircuts 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 hill, make a left
And get fixed, plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin lovely
down the street, much props, on the?
I voices 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, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves
Blowin up spots from to state
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 deeper oceanography
Thinkin of shit, like psychology
So the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the is obese 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 brother grap
Everybody. *fades out, can't it*