Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, 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 chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I I might lose it
The only thing that 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 mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with 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
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you 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
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your 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 another, you can all get some
So you take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You cut the mustard when you're fronting it all