Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
stand 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 hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It tight) well aight, show em what it's about

We got to blow up the spot, because they must have
We (trouble) bubble (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 your growth stunted from this, you don't it
(What nigga?) The Thought 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
mics so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

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

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

I the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So in the county got a BIG bounty 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 the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

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

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

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

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rhyme (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 MC's said I'm a run it rhyme
But half the time, they run it one of mine
Thought em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

What I memorized leave your staff pressurized
Melt all of your artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is faker Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you 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 that
b-boy business, off the top actin and
them cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

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

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what 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 that be told
About two young brothers who got so much
They takin total control, of the and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who then baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with 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 when the beat in
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