Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd to thank the people for just showin' 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 puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the 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 touch me, get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which I thought I might lose it
The thing that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around town in my low-rider

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' to me is like 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 walk on me to get some ground to 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 fever in the DJ
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin'
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 time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all