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 pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I want y'all to it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of I'm in
I got this 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
You've got the boomin' system, but sloshing out doo-doo
You it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
been through many 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, life's been to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming through with for which I've been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my low-rider

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