Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just Grady Tate
Got of beats so you don't have to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
My voice sounds 'cause it has to (looking good!)
So light a match to my ass I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just 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 puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
that's the kind of frame 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 chocolate milk, but it's watered Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in I thought I might lose it
The only thing 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 mixtape to put you in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Merchant
Coming with beats for which I've been searching
two sealed copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just an icicle
I around town in my low-rider bicyle

So many emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than
A dictionary of the word spastic
You should have never started something you couldn't finish
'Cause rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I on
I'll take you out like a on a roof
an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for
But like a pencil to a paper, I got to come
One another, you can all get some
So you better take time, and meditate on your rhyme
your 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 biting what I write, y'all
And wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when fronting it all