Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o lover and dida

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

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

Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the
Like a all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the heffers 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
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not the kid leave the basement

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

Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger brother
Keep your 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 people saviour
all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, 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 with pete, and find my in the basement
The basement, yes where the beats and the rhymes
Peace i gotta go, grapster's out the door of the

Of the basement! next we got. a special
I ain't tell 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 paid on the regular
Car the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, pots and
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and i'm strapped
But i know a crew of young gunz that'll send you
So does it on the dl
Peace to rock, and the mecca don cl
d's on this track, lettin you know there's no replacement
Peace signin off, check one two straight the basement

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

Fourth but not least, the of the wig out
Freestyle, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin, upon where i dwell the dungeon
All over the u.s. states, even
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 name is cl smooth and pete rock
to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent from the basement

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll never what i am
Motto is that ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To of vocal breaks life pays when
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7
I thought i'd just chill, a breath
up columbus hill, make a left
And get fixed, the ghetto chicks 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 from the vernon, his name is di-da, it raw

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

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