Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

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

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

me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you 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, eyes like a razor
I a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

once in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the flow
Peace I go, Grapster's 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 know it ya sick
To see a man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, I'm tellin' ya

I got plots and plans, 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 send you back

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

Straight the Basement
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, hardcore, no sellout
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the
All the U.S. states, even London

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

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

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

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

Cold hit, the pavement, over to the chill
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 bumpin' lovely
down the street, much 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 the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

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

Blowin' up spots from to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't
Check the station, for conversation at six
Uno here, to put in the mix

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

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 Grap Lover, everybody