Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I want y'all to it
Put your on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin'
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, I'm electric
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 it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've 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, been good to me
'Cause life nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary definition of the word
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you 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 emcee at the fever in the DJ
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 to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all