Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I want y'all to it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
'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, 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 down Yoo-hoo
been through many times in which I thought 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, been good to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming through with for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my low-rider

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're 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 your time, and meditate on your
your shit'll 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 what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all