Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
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 just up
But now I want to move 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 right
'Cause the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back
So don't touch me, 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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I 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
'Cause 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
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I ride around town in my bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't gonna call 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
writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye 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
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I 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 rockin'
Tryin' to figure out you can do to go for yours
But like a to a paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get
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 you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the when you're fronting it all