Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to the people for just showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
'Cause that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' it's back again
So don't touch me, 'cause I'm
And if you me, you'll 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 down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I 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
'Cause life nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk,
My is shining, just like an icicle
I around town in my low-rider 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, faker than plastic
A definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think 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
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're 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 after another, you can all get
So you take your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit because you're what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You cut the mustard when you're fronting it all