Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sweet 'cause 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 floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that back again
So touch me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, get shocked

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 it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something that you 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 Janet
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
I'll put the rug out under ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the 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 more to
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, 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