Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking 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 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 back again
So touch me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
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 saved me, has been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for which been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I sport is the face of the
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around 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, faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something that you couldn't
writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're 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 rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all