Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I y'all 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 doin'
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's 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 boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered 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 good to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with for which I've been searching
two sealed 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, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I around town in my low-rider bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
Ain't even gonna 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 started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin'
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on your
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all