Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' 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', gettin' live,
A little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you me, you'll get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, been good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through with beats for I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I sport is the face of the
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

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