Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

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

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

Well like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth stunted from this, you want it
(What nigga?) The Black and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

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

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

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

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

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

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
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

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 wall
And specialize in of all kind
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down
But half the time, run it down one of mine
suffocatin 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
like mono and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm than your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step my zone get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who won't die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to 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
business, off the top actin and battlin
Servin them cats that
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 the 2-1-5th 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, y'all must have forget
We double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

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

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

We bout to blow up the spot, 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 much
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who then baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to when the beat come in
Like
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Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, here we we here we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Let the pop, and the breakers break
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...