Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Ta' Bubble

Dedicated to all the DJ's all the world, man
One for the treble, two for the
Come on Techa Nina, let's this place

Tech's in the place, everybody get
Punks betta' cuff yo lady, nobody tame me
Blame me for keepin' her runny eyed
Ladies used to hate me, now they comin' out they

on the jock, pocket full of socks
Got a fat knots, somethin' gone
Down, ducka, down, down for the block?
to be hot, but you flop
When you shot to the top but you not,

I ain't seen so much green
when I seen when my team hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage, everybody
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a dolla?

Father, I don't wanna nobody to blessed
'Cuz they greedy in the middle of what I do
You finna' see me in the TV a few guest
We to bubble baby, get ya waterproof vest

Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble

Bout ta' baby, bout ta' bubble baby
Bout ta' baby, we got ya lady
And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it

Yo, get ya ID, passport, state
All around the world, with the bass hittin'
We ain't come for bustin' heads, yo we hate
When we through rockin' the shows, man we kittens

J's on my feet, car full of
Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the
Frown, you can make us all clown in the
Gimme the beat and we
No mercy for the haters weep

On to the next, to the Netherlands
Veterans, caravans, gettin' man
'Round the in a day, off in LA
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas to the Bay

hyphy, the South really like me
Ill Bill got it the East Coast invites me
Tech's in the air the mood really strikes me
Hey, we bout ta' so embedded in your psyche

Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble

Bout ta' bubble baby, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble baby, we got ya
And and smokin' and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it

Aye, B boys hit the wit' it
Off in let me see ya heel toe wit' it
and crump wit it, A-Town stomp wit' it
At the set, jugglettes make double D's jump to this

on the hill, hella tip drills
Paul Wall said he'd do me up a red
Busta' Buss the 5-6 'ville
Forty water, he told me a lot in this for real

Stormin' in Salt Lake City for Mormons
Out of garments before the mornin', I'm charmin'
Leavin' 'em torn, mess with the bull you get the
Nina gets a beauty best, it's armin'

Misery's behind me, tryin' to sign me
Ain't too many who don't know who the Tech N9ne be
If she lookin' for somethin' with a so shiny
City, Missouri is where she gon' find me

Bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'

ta' bubble, baby, bout ta' bubble, baby
Bout ta' bubble, baby we got ya
And drinkin' and and humpin' and likin' it
And drinkin' and smokin' and humpin' and it

ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble
Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta'

And drinkin' and smokin' and and likin' it
(Bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, bout ta' bubble, ta' bubble)