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
Brace yourself, it's to go down

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

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

Well it's like the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, this 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 growth stunted from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man upon it

Aiyyo I fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
Just off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, keep your rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black
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 is worthless
Only surface, the FUCK's the purpose?

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

Like
Either stand tall or sit the fuck
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) aight, show em what it's about

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

Yeah, now check your stove top you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I the winter breeze to choke 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 tools missin
Watch me, grand prix, champy for driven

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 from chandeliers and wall climb
And in warfares 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
Thought suffocatin em with yet another line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or like in the oven with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell em
It's just me and Tariq, Ahmir on the beat
The crew baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to 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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