Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
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 blaster, drinking up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your on the floor 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 frame of I'm in
I got feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, 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 watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always 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 mixtape to put you in the right mood
one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm Tom Vu with 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 around town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna 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 that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could on me to get some ground to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, rockin' rewind/pause
to figure 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 shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all