Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

Ahh, yeah, the funk, baby
That's right, is called, 'The 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

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

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

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

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

Of the kid the flavor, the party people savior
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 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 special
I ain't 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 paid on the regular
Car the cellular, fellas I'm tellin' ya

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

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

Straight 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, crazy hardcore, no
Speakin', upon where I dwell from the
All over the U.S. states, even

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

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

That's right, crazy
Aww, my man
He's 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 stacks of vocal breaks life when
Kid said, "Pete makes in the basement"

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

Plus the chicks got flicks
Of me stacks of kicks, my bumpin' lovely
down the street, much props, on the [Incomprehensible]
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob-O 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
Always 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 to town but you just can't wait
Check the station, for conversation at six
Uno here, to put in the mix

I get than oceanography
Thinkin' of 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 where I
Check the MC's swell I am crazy funky with CL Smooth
My man [Incomprehensible], Rob-O, GR, pah
The Heavster, my Grap Lover, everybody