Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the 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 to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to 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 doin'
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' it's back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
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 think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which 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
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove 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 face of the
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my low-rider

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
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 ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out 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 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 you're what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all