Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either stand tall, just sit the 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 micraphone
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

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

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

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

You better get rest cause the next day comin
Oh yes, and MC's scared to say sum'tin
frontin, I'm in the cut just onlookin
Your get your kings, your rooks, 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
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 words is
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 stressin me
But tell 'em to off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black blast forth with the weaponry

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

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

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

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

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

What I leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of artificial lies
niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine mono and diglyceride
My got texture, you just texturized
I'm nicer your writtens even when 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 oven with government cheese
Me and Dante Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them that forgot
But don't get too close, because you get shot

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
yourself, it's about 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 must have
We (trouble) bubble (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 (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It tight) well aight, show em what it's about

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

Say here's a little that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The crew baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock when the come in
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