Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds '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 to move it
Put your point on the and just prove 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' it's back again
So don't touch me, I'm electric
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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's good to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
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 around town in my bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never 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 like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin'
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 take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all