Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

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

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

Call me the Lover, yes, the younger Soul Brother
your eyes on the prize 'cause you won't find another
When the 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 people
Clockin' all the honies, eyes like a razor
I a dance step, you're soon to discover
Yo, the kid from "Mecca And The Soul Brother"

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

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

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

from the Basement
I'm you now, kid, it's crazy 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, even

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

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

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

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

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

Plus the ghetto chicks got
Of me stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin'
Walkin' 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 the Vernon, his name is Dida, make it raw

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

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

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

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