Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

Runnin one on one and only bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) aight, show em what it's about

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
Rock so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

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

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

I the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG stressin me
But tell 'em to off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought blast forth the weaponry

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

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

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

Yeah, now check your stove top before you a listen
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter to choke hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you can't make pole position
Class E chassis can't the transmission
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 kid I'm one of the illets 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, run it down one of mine
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or like toast in the oven government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them that forgot
But don't get too close, because you get shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say here's a little story that be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's 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 then tell em again
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 know how to rock the beat come in
Like
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, we here we here we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
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 ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...