Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got of beats 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 I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
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 sloshing out doo-doo
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 saved me, has been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's good 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 been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
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 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 faker plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
your 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 to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all