Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I y'all to move 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 the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't 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 sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down
I've been through times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna call out your names, you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to out what you can do to go for yours
But like a to a paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all