Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o grap lover and

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

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

Bodies in the buddha cloud, misty in the
a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With pete rock, the lock and beat stop
Now all the heffers wanna dangle 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 before the kid leave the

The basement, put the funk in
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 find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme i
to bust a ditz so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party people
Clockin all the honies, eyes like a razor
I kick a dance step, you're to discover
Yo, that's the kid "mecca and the soul brother"
once in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i with pete, and find my placement in the basement
The basement, yes where the beats and the flow
Peace i go, grapster's out the door of the basement

Of the basement! we got. a special guest
I ain't tell 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 man gettin paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, i'm tellin ya
I got plots and plans, pots and
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 that'll send you back
So easy it on the dl
to pete rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d's on this track, lettin you know no replacement
Peace off, check one two straight from the basement

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

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

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

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll 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"
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I thought i'd chill, take a breath
up columbus hill, make a left
And get fixed, plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin lovely
down the street, much 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 somethin, like snoopy, the beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the
Hard, snatchin raw off the shelves
Blowin up spots from state to
I'm to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get than 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 where i
Check the swell
Cause i am, crazy funky, with cl
My man?, rob-o, g-r pah
The heavster, my brother grap
Everybody. out, can't hear it*