Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o grap 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.

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

in the buddha cloud, misty 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 wanna on my *errr!*
Down by the with the cracks on the wall
i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon 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. lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your eyes on the cause you won't find another
When the is played, the rhyme i display
Quick to a ditz so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the people saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp a razor
I kick a dance step, 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 flow with pete, and find my in the basement
The basement, yes the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace i gotta go, grapster's out the of the basement

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

Tick tick, things are gettin - thick
comes 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 and plans, pots and pans
and grands, so make room for the big man
I the streets 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 pete rock, and the don cl
Heavy d's on track, lettin you know there's no replacement
Peace off, check one two straight from the basement

Straight 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, crazy hardcore, no
Speakin, upon where i dwell from the
All the u.s. states, even london
Pasttime present, to the future

Swimmin in like a dolphin, so call me don shula
A raider well art shell, crazy defense
A pro bowl with soul for events
The crew is cl smooth and pete rock
Here to when i prevail and stare into the dock
The daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
like a secret agent comin from the basement

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

Ali-kazaam, never guess what i am
Motto is that ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal life pays when
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought i'd chill, take a breath
Straight up columbus hill, make a
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 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 is di-da, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a
Always into somethin, like snoopy, the
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin raw papes off the
Blowin up spots from state to
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 shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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