Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
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 y'all to it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back
So don't me, 'cause I'm electric
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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times in which I thought I might lose it
The thing that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My is shining, just like an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll 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 figure out you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say because you're biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all