Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
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
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the floor and 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 frame of I'm in
I got this feelin' that back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you touch me, get shocked

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 it's watered down
been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always been
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 good mixtape to put you in the right
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've searching
two sealed 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, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around town in my low-rider

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never 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
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
an emcee at the fever 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 to a paper, I got more to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take your time, and meditate on your
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' I go for mine
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 you're it all