Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o lover and dida

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

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

Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the
Like a all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With pete rock, the complete and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna on my *errr!*
Down by the with the cracks on the wall
Buffoon i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not before the kid the basement

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

Call me the grap lover, yes, the 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 ditz so don't in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes like a razor
I kick a step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid "mecca and the soul brother"
Yeah once in a i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow with pete, and find my placement in the
The basement, yes where the and the rhymes flow
Peace i go, grapster's out the door of the basement

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

Tick tock tick, are gettin - thick
comes the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin on the regular
Car with the cellular, i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, and pans
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the in peace and i'm never strapped
But i know a crew of young gunz that'll send you
So does 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, one two straight from the basement

from the basement
I'm you now, kid
crazy fat
I wonder who is comin up?

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

Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so me don shula
A raider like art shell, crazy defense
A pro with soul for local events
The crew name is cl and pete 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 from the

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess i am
is that nothin ever 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 side, the 7-7 hillside
I i'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up columbus hill, a left
And get fixed, plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's lovely
Walkin down the street, 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, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin raw papes off the
Blowin up spots from state to
I'm to town but you just can't wait
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 is fat, but the rhyme is obese 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. *fades out, hear it*