Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady
Got supplies of beats so you have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the
My voice sounds sweet it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for 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 little puffy, so you what, I'm doin' right
that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that back again
So don't touch me, I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's out doo-doo
You it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many in which I thought 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, life's good to me
life ain't nothing but a good groove
A mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through beats for which I've been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My is shining, just like an icicle
I ride around in my low-rider bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should never started something that you couldn't finish
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, ya' fat ass, 'cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet
you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out a sniper on a roof
Like an at the fever in the DJ booth
With headphones 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 another, you can all get some
So you better take your time, and on your rhyme
'Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all