Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that 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 sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in 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 ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My is shining, just like an icicle
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

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