Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

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

Well it's like smack the track up and leave in it
The vocalist, bustin blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get your growth stunted this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man upon it

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

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

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

Yo, a lot of Smurfette carry purses
And rock, uniforms, made 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, they too to measure me
Mos and Black blast forth with the weaponry

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

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

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

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

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I swing from chandeliers and climb
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down
But the time, they run it down one of mine
Thought em with yet another stunnin line
You and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with 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 stand tall or sit the fuck
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's 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 double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

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

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

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
About two brothers who got so much soul
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
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 tell em
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 when the beat in
Like
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we go, here we here we here we go
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...