Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o grap lover and

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

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

in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a
With rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the heffers wanna dangle on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the on the wall
Buffoon i'm like a while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not the kid leave the basement

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

me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't find
the funk is played, the rhyme i display
Quick to bust a so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, the flavor, the party people saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp like a
I kick a dance step, you're soon to
Yo, that's the kid from "mecca and the brother"
once in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow pete, and find my placement in the basement
The basement, yes the beats and the rhymes flow
i gotta go, grapster's out the door 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 -
comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, and pans
Stocks and grands, so make for the big man
I walk the streets in and i'm never strapped
But i know a crew of young that'll send you back
So easy 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 off, check one two straight from the basement

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

Fourth but not least, the of the wig out
Freestyle, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin, upon i dwell from the dungeon
All over the u.s. states, even
present, black to the future

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

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll guess what i am
Motto is that nothin changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of breaks life pays when
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill
The real side, the 7-7
I i'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's lovely
Walkin the street, much props, on the?
I hear voices sayin, "that's 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 like an eagle, a
Always into somethin, like snoopy, the
People, grab a tight hold of the
Hard, snatchin raw papes off the
up spots from state to state
I'm to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for at six-block
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get deeper oceanography
of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, slide like grease
The is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

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