Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I want y'all to 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
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back
So touch me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get

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 watered Yoo-hoo
I've through many times 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 been to me
'Cause life nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts 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 around town in my low-rider bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to out what you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got more to
One another, you can all get some
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' 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, the long haul
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all