Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

Down by the dungeon with the on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while 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, Lover, get wreck cousin, c'mon

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

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

Yeah in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The
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

Tick, tock, tick, things are thick
Here comes the Heavster and I know it ya sick
To see a black man gettin' on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm ya

I got plots and plans, pots and
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 Young Gunz that'll you back

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

Straight the Basement
I'm tellin' you now, kid, crazy fat
I wonder who is comin' up?

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

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

The crew name is CL Smooth and Rock
Here to sail I prevail and stare into the dock
The Pimp Daddy of the funk flavor, you later
Clever like a 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 never what I am
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and
To stacks of vocal life 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 just chill, 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 sayin', "That's Rob-O Dingo in the basement"

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

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

Blowin' up spots from state to
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 than oceanography
Thinkin' of shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the

In the basement, is where I
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,