Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more bounce the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice 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 showin' 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 that's the kind of of mind I'm in
I got this that it's back again
So don't me, 'cause I'm electric
And if you me, you'll get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might it
The only that saved me, has always been music
got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been to me
'Cause life ain't but a good groove
A good mixtape to put you in the right
This one goes out to my man, the Groove
Coming with beats for which I've been 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, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So many wack emcees, you get the TV
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 have never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet
Thought you could walk on me to get some to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With your strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to out what you can do to go for yours
But a pencil 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, don't get uptight,
You can't say because you're biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all