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, it's to go down

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

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders better rally at the
It's me and Tariq and your fleet
Cross the barkin big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
slid off to the side, didn't really 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 kings, your rooks, rings and pawns 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
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 surface, the FUCK's the purpose?

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em 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 top before you take a listen
And sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
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 pole
Class E chassis can't hold the
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 muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all
I swing from chandeliers and climb
And specialize in of all kind
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 another stunnin
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
Melt all of your artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is than Yellow No. 5
Swine like mono and
My vocals got texture, you texturized
I'm than your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my zone get 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 government cheese bubblin
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on that
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
them cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

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

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

We bout to blow up the spot, because y'all 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 you want now?

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

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

Say a little story that must be told
About two brothers who got so much soul
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
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 Live the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
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