Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

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

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

me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you find another
the funk is played, the rhyme I display
Quick to a ditz so don't 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 soon to
Yo, that's the kid "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

Yeah in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with and find 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, next we got, a guest
I ain't gonna you who it is
C'mon, rap

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin'
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, and pans
Stocks and grands, so room for the big man
I walk the streets in peace and I'm never
But I a crew of Young Gunz that'll send you back

So does 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, one two straight from the basement

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

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

Past and present, to the future
in beats like a Dolphin, so call me Don Shula
A Raider well like Art Shell, crazy
A Pro Bowl soul for local events

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I get deeper than
of crazy shit, like psychology
So the piece, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is in the basement

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