Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your point on the floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this 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 sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
been through 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 been to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I around town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're 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 like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the 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 pencil to a paper, I got to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on your
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write,
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all