Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you me, you'll 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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in 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 good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming through with beats for which been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
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, you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary definition of the 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
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to 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 your time, and meditate on your
'Cause your be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard you're fronting it all