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 host like a stewardess
Fly the neighborhood hijackin' fella
So prepare for landing and crash a cellar

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

Down by the dungeon the cracks on the wall
Buffoon I'm like a mink while soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, set to hit the pavement
But not before the kid leave the

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

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

Of the kid the flavor, the party people savior
all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
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 the beats and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the

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

Tick, tock, tick, are gettin' thick
Here the Heavster and I know it makes ya sick
To see a black man paid on the regular
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 you back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's lovely
down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Dingo in the basement"

Ahh, yeah, is funky
I can it
My man the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

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

Blowin' up spots from state to
I'm comin' to town but you just wait
Check the station, for conversation at six
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get deeper oceanography
Thinkin' of crazy shit, like
So speak the piece, then slide like
The is fat, but the rhyme is obese in the basement

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