Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sweet '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 want to move it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
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 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 sloshing out
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's 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 good to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
two sealed 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, just like an
I ride around town in my low-rider

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never started that you couldn't finish
writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet
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 you out like a sniper on a roof
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your 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 more to
One another, you can all get some
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all