Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' 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 sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for 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 little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' it's back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
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 out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in 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 good
A good to put you in the right mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around town in my bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'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
you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to out what you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all