Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

Bodies in the cloud, misty in the tune
a show all nights, a figure eight in a lagoon
With Pete Rock, the lock and beat stop
Now all the horny wanna dangle on my

Down by the dungeon with the cracks on the
Buffoon I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon
arrangement, ready set to hit the pavement
But not the kid leave the basement

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

Call me the Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the funk is played, the I display
Quick to bust a ditz so don't in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the people savior
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 flow with Pete and my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the

Of the basement, next we got, a special
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 man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm ya

I got and plans, pots and pans
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the in peace and I'm never strapped
But I a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

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

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

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

Past and present, black to the
Swimmin' in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy
A Pro Bowl with soul for events

The crew name is CL Smooth and Rock
to sail when I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, you later
Clever like a secret agent comin' from the

That's right, funky
Aww, my man
He's crazy funky, his is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, you'll guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks pays when
Kid said, "Pete beats in the basement"

hit, the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side, the 7-7
I thought I'd chill, take a breath
up Columbus Hill, make a left and get fixed

Plus the ghetto chicks got
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's 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 of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves

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

I get deeper than
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like
So speak the piece, slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the

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