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 like Grady Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the for just showin' up
But now I want to move 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 right
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, I'm electric
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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through beats 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 of the monkey
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 many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started that you couldn't finish
'Cause rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
around 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
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin'
Tryin' to figure out you can do to go for yours
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 shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
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, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all