Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
Rock so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane big game and get hunted
account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew away the

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

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

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, too short to measure me
Mos and Thought blast forth with the weaponry

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

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

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

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock (two to rock rhyme)
the muscle kid I'm one of the illets 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
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
down all of your artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is faker Yellow No. 5
Swine like mono and
My got texture, you just texturized
I'm than your writtens even when I'm improvised
into 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 back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

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

Yo (whassup) how your 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 double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone 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)

Say here's a little story that must be
About two young brothers who got so much
They total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad brothers who will quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell em
just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
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