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
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like
Either stand tall or sit the 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) 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)

Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't efficient
I play the winter breeze to hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
Class E chassis hold the transmission
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)
the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I swing from chandeliers and wall
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it rhyme
But half the time, they run it down one of
Thought suffocatin em yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's and underlined

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

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

Like
Either tall 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 what about

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) 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 story must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to when the beat come in
Like
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Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, we here we here we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Let the pop, and the breakers break
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...