Luyện nghe bài hát The Basement

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

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

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

Down by the dungeon with the on the wall
Buffoon I'm a mink while you're soon to pimp a raccoon stole
Vocal arrangement, ready set to hit the
But not the kid leave 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 Soul Brother
Keep your 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 savior
all the honies, eyes sharp like a razor
I kick a dance step, soon to discover
Yo, that's the kid from "Mecca And The Brother"

Yeah in a while I be with CL on the DL
Or I flow with Pete and find my placement in The
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, are gettin' 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 peace and I'm strapped
But I know a crew of Young Gunz send you back

So easy 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 wonder who is comin' up?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ahh, yeah, is funky
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 tight of the sound
Hard, raw papes off the shelves

Blowin' up 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 than
Thinkin' of crazy shit, psychology
So speak the piece, then like grease
The beat is fat, but the is obese in the basement

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