Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

From the Heights, not 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 crash a cellar

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

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

The basement, put the in Grand
Here my man
My brother, Grap Lover, get wreck cousin,

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

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

Yeah once in a while I be CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the and the rhymes flow
Peace I gotta go, out the door of the basement

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

Tick, tock, tick, things are thick
comes the Heavster and I know it makes 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
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm strapped
But I know a crew of Gunz that'll send you back

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

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

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

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

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

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' changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of breaks life pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

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

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

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

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

Blowin' up from state to state
I'm to town but you just can't 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 the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is 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 Grap Lover, everybody