Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Featuring heavy d rob o lover and dida

Ahh yeahh!! the funk bay beeee!!
That's this is called 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 to brutus i'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi fella
So prepare for landing and into a cellar

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

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

me the grap lover, yes, the younger soul brother
Keep your on the prize cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme i
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 like a
I kick a dance step, you're soon to
Yo, that's the kid "mecca and the soul brother"
Yeah once in a while i be cl on the dl
Or i flow pete, and find 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 guest
I ain't tell you who it is.
C'mon. rap along.

Tick tock tick, things are - thick
Here comes the heavster, and i it makes ya - sick!
To see a black man gettin paid on the
Car with the cellular, fellas i'm ya
I got and plans, pots 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 young gunz that'll send you
So does it on the dl
Peace to pete rock, and the don cl
Heavy d's on track, lettin 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 this is up?

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

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

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

Ali-kazaam, you'll never what i am
Motto is that nothin ever changes but haircuts and
To stacks of breaks life pays when
Kid said, "pete beats in the basement"
Cold hit, the pavement, over to the side
The side, the 7-7 hillside
I i'd just chill, take a breath
Straight up hill, make a left
And get fixed, plus the ghetto chicks got
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin
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
into somethin, like snoopy, the beagle
People, a tight hold of the sound
Hard, snatchin raw papes off the
Blowin up spots state to state
I'm comin to town but you just wait
Check the station, for conversation at
Uno here, to put in the mix
I get deeper than
Thinkin of crazy shit, psychology
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the

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 brother grap
Everybody. *fades out, hear it*