Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the floor and prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that 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 boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down
been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The thing that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around 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 definition of the word
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground 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
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
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 fronting it all