Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this that it's back again
So don't 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 boomin' system, but it's sloshing out
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's down Yoo-hoo
I've through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good
A mixtape to put you in the right 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 yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the spastic
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
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 to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all