Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders better at the summit
It's me and and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say
Then BLAOW, blew away the

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

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

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

I the sherriff, the deputy, and head 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 blast forth the weaponry

Like
Either stand tall or sit the fuck
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

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

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

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

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

What I leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm
Step into my get flown like fly
by the b-boy who just won't die

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

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

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

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

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

Yo (whassup) how your micraphone 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)

Say here's a little story that must be
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell em
It's me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we how to rock when the beat come in
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