Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

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

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

Aiyyo I fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, keep your rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man Black Star
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even with inclined, I get mine, regardless

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

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG stressin me
But tell 'em to hold off, 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 2-1-5th to
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

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

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
Melt down all of your artificial
niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm than your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or toast 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

Like
Either stand tall or sit the fuck
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

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

We go
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want

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

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

Say here's a little story must be told
About two young who got so much soul
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who forgot baby tell em again
just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
Like
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Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
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Here we go, here we we here we go
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Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two years ago, a of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...