Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Ta' Bubble

Dedicated to all the all over 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 panties

Girls on the jock, pocket of socks
Got a fat knots, gone squat
Down, ducka ducka, down, down for the
Tryin' to be hot, but you
When you shot to the top but you not,

I ain't never so much green
Than when I seen when my hit the scene
It must be a dream, hit the stage, holla
Gettin' throwed, rippin' shows, 'fo a dolla?

Father, I don't wanna leave nobody to
'Cuz they greedy in the of what I do best
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, bout ta'

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

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

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

On to the next, Minnesota to the
Veterans, caravans, chedder man
'Round the in a day, off in LA
Oklahoma, Dallas, City to the Bay

Everybody hyphy, the really like me
Ill Bill got it where the East invites me
Tech's in the air when the mood strikes me
Hey, we bout ta' bubble so in your psyche

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

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

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

House on the hill, 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 City performin' for Mormons
Out of they garments before the mornin', I'm
Leavin' 'em torn, mess the bull you get the horns
Nina with a beauty best, it's armin'

Misery's me, labels tryin' to sign me
Ain't too who don't know just who the Tech N9ne be
If she lookin' for somethin' a future so shiny
Kansas City, Missouri is where she gon' me

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

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

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

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