Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce 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 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 little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you touch me, 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 it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've through many times in which I thought 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 been to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good 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 with and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my 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 than
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got more to
One another, you can all get some
So you take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all