Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice 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 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 doin'
'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
You've got the boomin' system, but it's 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 thing that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been 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 been
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
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 plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around 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 ass as I talk on
take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the in the DJ booth
your 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 time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You cut the mustard when you're fronting it all