Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the blaster, drinking up the shasta
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' 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 what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this that it's 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 sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down
I've been through many times in which I thought I might it
The only thing that saved me, has always music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause ain't nothing but a good groove
A mixtape 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 sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My is shining, just like 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 spastic
You have never 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 like you you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
your headphones 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 more to
One after another, you can all get
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because 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