Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

We got to blow up the spot, they 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, 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 from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew the 1900th

You better get your cause the next day comin
Oh yes, and they scared to say sum'tin
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut 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 Black Star
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless

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

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

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Brace yourself, it's to go down

Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, 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 stove top before you take a listen
And make sure beans burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz make pole position
Class E chassis hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got tools missin
me, grand prix, champy 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 chandeliers and climb
And specialize in of all kind
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it rhyme
But half the time, they run it one of mine
Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin
You and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with cheese 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, you might get shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say here's a little story that be told
two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
just 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 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 survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
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