Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My sounds sweet 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So a match to my ass 'cause I'm blowin' up
I'd to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want to move it
Put your point on the floor and prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm right
'Cause that's the kind of frame of I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back
So don't me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, 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 watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been many times 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
'Cause life ain't nothing but a groove
A good to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride around 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, who's than plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like to spinach
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think Janet Jackson
you could walk 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
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 a pencil to a paper, I got more to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take your time, and meditate on rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write,
And that's wrong, y'all, the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all