Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o grap lover and

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 heights not what am i write i can do this
Like popeye to brutus i'm your like a stewardess
Fly with the hi jackin fella
So prepare for and crash 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 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 funk in
comes my man
My brother. grap lover, get wreck cousin,

Call me the lover, yes, the younger soul brother
your eyes on the prize cause you won't find 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
all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're to discover
Yo, the kid from "mecca and the soul brother"
once in a while 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 flow
i gotta go, grapster's out the door of the basement

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

tock tick, things are gettin - thick
Here the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin on the regular
Car the cellular, fellas i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, pots and
Stocks and grands, so make for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and i'm strapped
But i know a crew of young gunz send you back
So easy 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, check one two from the basement

Straight the basement
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, where i dwell from the dungeon
All over the u.s. states, london
present, black to the future

Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don
A raider like art shell, crazy defense
A pro bowl with soul for 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, you later
Clever like a secret agent comin the basement

That's right, funky
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 nothin changes but haircuts 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, make a
And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin lovely
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 from the vernon, his is di-da, make it raw

Fly an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethin, snoopy, the beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the
Hard, snatchin raw off the shelves
Blowin up spots state to state
I'm comin to town but you can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get deeper than
Thinkin of crazy shit, like
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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