Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

Runnin one on one and only hip-hop
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em 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 the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, and toes, numb from it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def it
Who the Yo my man speak upon it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock plummet
All you high noon riders better at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your outnumbered
Cross the barkin big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
slid off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

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

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

I the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank treasury
So mounties in the got a BIG bounty stressin me
But 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought blast forth with the

Like
Either stand tall or sit the down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

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

What I memorized leave whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of your lies
Y'all niggaz is than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens when I'm improvised
Step my zone get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just die

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

Like
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It tight) well 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)

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 high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who forgot then baby em again
It's just me and Tariq, with on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
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