Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Brace yourself, about to go down

Runnin one on one and only hip-hop
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em it's about

We got to blow up the spot, because they must forget
We double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

Well like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, and toes, numb from it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Thought and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

Aiyyo I stop and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet
Cross the membrane barkin big and get hunted
account, say it happened so sudden
Just off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

You better get your rest cause the day comin
Oh yes, and MC's scared to say sum'tin
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut onlookin
get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken

Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black
Illadelph and Vietnam we conference,
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine,

Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's purses
And rock, uniforms, that's made for
I burst verses, your words is worthless
touchin surface, the FUCK's the purpose?

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and of bank treasury
So in the county got a BIG bounty stressin me
But 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought forth with the weaponry

Like
stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It tight) well aight, show em what it's about

We got to blow up the spot, because must have forget
We (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

Yeah, now check your top before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke hold piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make position
Class E chassis can't hold the
Crew pit, useless, they got tools missin
me, grand prix, champy for wealth driven

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I swing from and wall climb
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, run it down one of mine
Thought em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and kid, it's enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave your staff pressurized
down all of your artificial lies
Y'all is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine mono and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm
Step into my zone get flown fly
by the Lazarus who just won't die

Yo, me and and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like in the oven with government cheese bubblin
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
them cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either tall or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's

We bout to blow up the spot, because must have forget
We (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

We go
Either stand tall or sit the fuck
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) aight, show em what it's about

We to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget
We double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

Say here's a little story must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
high in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And who forgot then baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with on the beat
The Roots crew yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock when the come in
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Here we go, here we we here we go
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
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Two ago, a friend of mine
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