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

one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo (whassup) how your 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)

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

Aiyyo I stop and drop 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 Tariq and your outnumbered
the membrane barkin big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew the 1900th

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

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

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

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank
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 blast forth with the

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

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

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

Yeah, now your stove top before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke hold your
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
Class E chassis can't 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 rhyme (two to rock rhyme)
From the kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I swing from chandeliers and climb
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 down one of
Thought em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and kid, it's enlarged and underlined

I memorized leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of your artificial
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 I'm improvised
into my zone get flown like fly
by the b-boy who just won't die

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

Like
Either tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 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 to blow up the spot, because 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 to Bucktown
Went _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

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

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

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