Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to know why I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet 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 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 right
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't 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 it's out doo-doo
You think chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've through 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, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good
A good mixtape to put you in the right
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my low-rider

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out your names, you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think 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 rockin'
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a pencil to a paper, I got more to
One another, you can all get some
So you take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all