Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put point 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'
that's 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, 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 it's down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times in which I thought I might lose 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 good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With your headphones strapped, 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
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, 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