Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

From the Heights, not what am I write, simple I can do
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your host a stewardess
Fly the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for and crash 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 complete lock and stop
Now all the heffers wanna dangle on my

Down by the with the cracks 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 cousin, c'mon

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

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people
Clockin' all the honies, eyes like a razor
I a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid "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 where the beats and the rhymes
Peace I gotta go, out the door of the basement

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

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin'
Here comes the Heavster and I know it makes ya
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 the streets in peace and I'm never strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you

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

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

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

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

The crew name is CL Smooth and Rock
Here to sail when I 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, crazy
Aww, my man
He's funky, his name is Rob-O, check him out

Alikazaam, never guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

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

Plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's lovely
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the
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 of the sound
Hard, snatchin' raw off the shelves

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

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