Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you 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 system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that 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 groove
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 copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, 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
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A dictionary definition of the spastic
You have never started something that you couldn't finish
writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a to a paper, I got more to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all