Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your point on the floor and 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 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 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 it's watered down
I've been through many times in which I I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around in my low-rider 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 of the word spastic
You have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Jackson
Thought you walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin'
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 better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, 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 when you're fronting it all