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, simple I can do
Like Popeye to Brutus, I'm your like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood fella
So prepare for and crash into a cellar

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

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

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

Call me the Grap Lover, yes, the younger Soul
Keep your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't another
When the funk is played, the I display
Quick to a ditz so don't slip in the way

Of the kid with the flavor, the party people
Clockin' all the honies, eyes sharp like a
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 with Pete 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 gonna tell 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 man gettin' paid on the regular
Car with the cellular, fellas I'm ya

I got plots and plans, pots and
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, lettin' you there's no replacement
Peace signin' off, one two straight from the basement

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ahh, yeah, is funky
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 hold of the
Hard, snatchin' raw papes off the

Blowin' up spots from to state
I'm comin' to town but you just wait
Check the station, for at six block
Uno here, to put in the mix

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

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