Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
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, 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 the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, spit
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get your growth from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

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

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

Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you every bar
of the Thought and the black man from Black Star
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless

Yo, a lot of Smurfette carry purses
And rock, uniforms, that's made for
I burst your verses, your is worthless
Only touchin surface, the FUCK's the

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

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) well aight, show em it's about

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

Yeah, now check stove top before you take a listen
And make sure don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
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 rhyme (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I swing from chandeliers and climb
And in warfares 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 line
You dumb and blind kid, enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and
We go to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them cats forgot
But get too close, because you might get shot

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

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 must forget
We (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

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

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

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

Say here's a story that must be told
About two young who got so much soul
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot then baby em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The Roots crew 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 the beat come in
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