Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Ahh, yeah, the funk, baby
That's right, is called, 'The Basement'
And my man CL Smooth it for you like this

the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do this
Like to Brutus, I'm your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hijackin'
So prepare for landing and into a cellar

in the Buddha cloud, misty in the tune
Like a show all nights, a eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the complete lock and stop
Now all the horny heffers dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not before the kid the basement

The basement, put the Funk in
comes my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin,

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul
Keep eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the rhyme I
Quick to bust a so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp a razor
I kick a dance step, you're to discover
Yo, the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I with Pete and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the

Of the basement, we got, a special guest
I ain't tell you who it is
C'mon, rap

Tick, tock, tick, are gettin' thick
Here comes the Heavster and I 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 in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Gunz that'll send you back

So does it on the DL
Peace to Pete Rock and the Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you know no replacement
Peace signin' off, one two straight from the basement

Straight the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, it's fat
I who this is comin' up?

Fourth but not least, the of the Wig Out
Freestyle, crazy hardcore, no
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the
All over the U.S. states, London

and present, black to the future
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, defense
A Pro with soul for local events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Pete
Here to sail I prevail and stare into 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

Alikazaam, you'll guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever but haircuts and kicks
To of vocal 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 Hill, make a left and get fixed

the ghetto chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin'
Walkin' the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I voices sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, this is
I can it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Dida, it raw

Fly like an eagle, a
Always somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of the
Hard, snatchin' raw off the shelves

up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you can't wait
Check the station, for at six block
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get than oceanography
Thinkin' of shit, like psychology
So the piece, then slide like grease
The is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

In the basement, is where I
Check the MC's swell 'cause I am crazy funky CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, pah
The Heavster, my brother Grap Lover,