Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's again
So touch me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You think chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to out what you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One after another, you can all get
So you take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all