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 pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that 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 sloshing out doo-doo
You it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
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 like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary definition of the spastic
You should have never something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you 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 a sniper on a roof
an emcee 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 to a paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on your
'Cause shit'll be stinkin' 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 long
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all