Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' 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 frame of I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you touch me, you'll get

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always been
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 groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My is shining, just like an icicle
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A definition of the word spastic
You have never started something that 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 around like you think you're Janet
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 like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write,
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all