Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

Runnin one on one and only bound
Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

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

Well like smack 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, numb it
in my circumference, is confronted 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 drop 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 fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, your tape rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from 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 for nurses
I your verses, your words is worthless
Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of 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 with the weaponry

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
yourself, it's about to go down

Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone sound
(It sound tight) 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 top before you take a listen
And make sure beans burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke hold your
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz make pole position
Class E chassis can't hold the
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
Watch me, grand prix, champy for driven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who forgot baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The crew baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to when the beat come in
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we go, here we here we here we go
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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...