Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

We got to up the spot, because they must have forget
We double (trouble) (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 stunted from this, you don't it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

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

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

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

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

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

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand 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) aight, show em what it's about

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

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

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

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
down 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 even when I'm improvised
Step into my zone get flown fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who 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 with government cheese
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top actin and
Servin them cats that
But don't get too close, you might get shot

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

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

We bout to blow up the spot, because 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 Want More?!??!!_ to what you now?

Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em 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 story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
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Two ago, a friend of mine
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