Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more 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
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds '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 to move it
Put your point on the floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
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' it's back again
So touch me, 'cause 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 think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I I might lose it
The only that saved 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 nothing but a good
A good mixtape to put you in the right
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for I've 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, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A dictionary definition of the 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 could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
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 your time, and on your rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You cut the mustard when you're fronting it all