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 about to go

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

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

Well like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, and toes, numb 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 upon it

Aiyyo I fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you price plummet
All you high noon riders rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet
Cross the membrane barkin big and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say
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
get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken

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

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

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 Thought blast forth with the weaponry

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and
We go to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with cheese bubblin
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on that
b-boy business, off the top actin and
Servin them that forgot
But don't get too close, you might get shot

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

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

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

We go
Either tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Went from _Do You More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your 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)

Say here's a little that must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
just 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 make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect
we know how to rock when the beat come in
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