Luyện nghe bài hát Professor Booty

Yes, I got more than the fucking bump
And you want to know why because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't to wait
'Cause I'm the master blaster, up the shasta
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 for just showin' up
But now I y'all 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 doin'
'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 me, you'll get shocked

You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but 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 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
'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 Merchant
through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two copies, of Expansions
I'm like Tom Vu yachts and mansions
The I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, like an icicle
I ride town in my low-rider bicyle

So wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
even gonna call out your names, 'cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word
You should have never started something that you couldn't
'Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to
I'm bad ass, move ya' fat ass, 'cause wack, son
Dancing around like you think Janet Jackson
Thought you walk on me to get some ground to walk on
put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a
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 when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight,
You can't say shit because biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're it all