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 smooth it for you like this.

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

in the buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a figure eight in a
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
i'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, 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 grap lover, yes, the younger brother
Keep your eyes on the prize cause you won't another
the funk is played, the rhyme i display
Quick to a ditz so don't slip in the way
Of the kid, the flavor, the party people saviour
Clockin all the honies, eyes sharp a razor
I kick a dance step, soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "mecca and the brother"
Yeah once in a i be with cl on the dl
Or i flow with pete, and 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! next we got. a special
I gonna tell you who it is.
C'mon. rap along.

Tick tock tick, are gettin - thick
Here comes the heavster, and i know it ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin paid on the
Car the cellular, fellas 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 of young gunz 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 the basement
I'm you now, kid
It's fat
I wonder who is comin up?

Fourth but not least, the of the wig out
Freestyle, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin, upon where i dwell from the
All the u.s. states, even 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 soul for local events
The crew is cl smooth and pete rock
Here to sail when i and stare into the dock
The pimp daddy of the flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret agent comin the basement

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll never guess i am
is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks life when
Kid said, "pete makes in the basement"
hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I i'd just chill, take a breath
up columbus hill, make a left
And get fixed, the ghetto chicks 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 is di-da, make it raw

Fly like an eagle, a
Always into somethin, snoopy, the beagle
People, grab a tight of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves
Blowin up spots state to state
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 deeper than
Thinkin of crazy shit, like
So speak the piece, then slide grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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