Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So touch me, 'cause 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 boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I 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, been good to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My is shining, just like an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many 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 spastic
You should have started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' 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 after another, you can all get
So you take your time, and meditate 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 you're biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all