Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your point on the floor and prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause the kind 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 me, you'll get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out
You think it's chocolate milk, but watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might it
The only thing that saved me, has 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 good 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 yachts and
The logo I sport is the face of the
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
your headphones strapped, you're rockin' 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 on your rhyme
your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all