Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring d rob o grap lover and dida

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

From the heights not what am i simple i can do this
popeye to brutus i'm your host like 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 all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With pete rock, the complete lock and stop
Now all the horny heffers dangle on my *errr!*
by the dungeon with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not before the kid the basement

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

Call me the lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't another
When the is played, the rhyme 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, sharp like a razor
I a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "mecca and the brother"
once in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i with pete, and find my placement in the basement
The basement, yes where the and the rhymes flow
i gotta go, grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement! we got. a special guest
I gonna tell you who it is.
C'mon. rap along.

Tick tock tick, are gettin - thick
Here the heavster, and i know it makes 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
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the in peace and i'm never strapped
But i know a of young gunz that'll send you back
So easy it on the dl
Peace to rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d's on this track, lettin you there's no replacement
Peace signin off, check one two from the basement

from 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, where i dwell from the dungeon
All over the u.s. states, even
Pasttime present, to the future

Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don
A raider well like art shell, crazy
A pro bowl soul for local events
The crew is cl smooth and pete rock
Here to sail when i prevail and stare 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
crazy funky, his name is rob-o, check him out

Ali-kazaam, never guess what i am
Motto is that nothin ever changes but and kicks
To stacks of vocal life pays when
Kid said, "pete makes in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill
The real side, the 7-7
I thought i'd just chill, a breath
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin
Walkin down the street, much props, on
I voices 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, like snoopy, the
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves
Blowin up spots from state to
I'm to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get than oceanography
of crazy shit, like psychology
So the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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