Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
I'm the master blaster, drinking up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to thank the people for just up
But now I want to move it
Put your on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So touch me, 'cause I'm electric
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 it's sloshing out
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 saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't nothing but a good
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My is shining, just like an icicle
I around town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'Cause rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ
With your headphones strapped, you're rewind/pause
to figure out what 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 time, and meditate on your rhyme
your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say because you're biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all