Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

Bodies in the Buddha cloud, 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
I'm like a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not the kid leave the basement

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

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't 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 savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a
I kick a dance step, you're to discover
Yo, the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

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

Of the basement, next we got, a special
I gonna tell you who it is
C'mon, rap

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

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

So does 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 off, check one two straight from the basement

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

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

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

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

right, crazy funky
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 breaks life pays
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

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

Plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin'
down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I voices 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 somethi'n, like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight of the sound
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
of crazy shit, like psychology
So speak the piece, then slide like
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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