Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the 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 the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' it's back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you touch me, get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I I might lose it
The only that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face 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 call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the 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, you're wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some 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 at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
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 your
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all