Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sweet '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 just up
But now I want y'all to it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' it's back again
So don't touch me, 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 system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's good to me
'Cause life nothing 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
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just like an
I around town 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 of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Jackson
Thought you walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out like a on a roof
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
With your strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got more to
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on your
'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