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 pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't 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 to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your point on the and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's 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 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 good to me
'Cause life nothing but a good groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around in my low-rider bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna call out your names, you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But a pencil to a paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on 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 biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You cut the mustard when you're fronting it all