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
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
Rock so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders rally at the summit
me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew away the

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

Aiyyo, your tape rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black
Illadelph and we conference, accomplish
with 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 is worthless
Only surface, the FUCK's the purpose?

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

Like
Either stand tall or sit the fuck
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's to go down

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 double (trouble) bubble (bubble) (bubblin hot)

Yeah, now check your stove top you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the
gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make position
Class E can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
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 and wall climb
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of MC's 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 kid, it's enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
Melt down all of artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is faker Yellow No. 5
Swine mono and diglyceride
My got texture, you just texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens even I'm improvised
Step my zone get flown like fly
by the Lazarus who just won't die

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

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

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

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what 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 that must be
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
high in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who then baby tell em again
It's me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
we know how to rock when the beat come in
Like
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
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Two years ago, a of mine
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