Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to 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 match to my ass 'cause I'm up
I'd like to thank the people for showin' up
But now I y'all to move it
Put point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live,
A puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that back again
So touch 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 boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I I might lose it
The thing that saved 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 right
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and
The logo I sport is the of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an
I ride around town in my low-rider

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 faker plastic
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is 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 ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out 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 your time, and meditate on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' I go for mine
And right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit 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