Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring d rob o grap lover and dida

Ahh yeahh!! the funk 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
Like to brutus i'm your host like a stewardess
Fly the neighborhood hi jackin fella
So prepare for and crash into a cellar

Bodies in the buddha cloud, in the tune
a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With rock, the complete lock and beat stop
Now all the horny heffers wanna on my *errr!*
Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the
Buffoon i'm like a 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 in grand
Here my man
My brother. grap lover, get cousin, c'mon

Call me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul
Keep your eyes on the prize you won't find another
the funk is played, the rhyme i display
Quick to bust a ditz so slip in the way
Of the kid, with the flavor, the party 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"
Yeah in a while i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow with pete, and my placement in the basement
The basement, yes where the and the rhymes flow
Peace i gotta go, 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.

Tick tick, things are gettin - thick
Here the heavster, and i know it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas i'm ya
I got plots and plans, and pans
and grands, so make room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and i'm never
But i know a crew of gunz that'll send you back
So does it on the dl
Peace to rock, and the mecca don cl
Heavy d's on this track, lettin you know there's no
Peace signin off, check one two straight the basement

from 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, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin, upon i dwell from the dungeon
All the u.s. states, even london
present, black to the future

Swimmin in beats like a dolphin, so call me don
A well like art shell, crazy defense
A pro bowl with for local events
The crew name is cl smooth and pete
to sail when i prevail and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the funk flavor, catch you
Clever like a secret agent 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 never what i am
is that nothin 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 side
The real side, the 7-7
I thought i'd chill, take a breath
Straight up hill, make a left
And get fixed, plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin
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 name is di-da, it raw

Fly like an eagle, a
into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin raw off the shelves
Blowin up spots from state to
I'm comin to but you just can't wait
the station, for conversation at six-block
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get than oceanography
Thinkin of crazy shit, like
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, with cl
My man?, rob-o, g-r pah
The heavster, my grap lover
Everybody. out, can't hear it*