Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

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

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

me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
Keep your eyes on the 'cause you won't 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 people savior
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp a razor
I kick a dance step, you're 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 and find my placement in The Basement
The Basement, yes where the beats and the flow
I gotta go, Grapster's out the door of the basement

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

Tick, tock, tick, things are gettin'
Here the Heavster and I know 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 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 Pete Rock and the Don CL
Heavy D's on this track, lettin' you there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, one two straight from the basement

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

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

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

The crew name is CL Smooth and Rock
Here to sail when I prevail and stare into the
The Daddy of the funk flavor, catch you later
Clever like a secret comin' from the basement

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

Alikazaam, you'll guess what I am
Motto is that nothin' changes but haircuts and kicks
To stacks of vocal breaks pays when
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

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

Plus the ghetto got flicks
Of me of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely
Walkin' down the street, 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 name is Dida, it raw

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

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

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

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