Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either stand tall, just sit the down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

Runnin one on one and only bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(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)

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and jewels but never run it
Rock mics so I make you stock price plummet
All you noon riders 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 so sudden
Just slid off to the side, really say nuttin
BLAOW, blew away 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 just
Your get your kings, your rooks, and pawns tooken

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

Yo, a lot of MC's carry purses
And rock, uniforms, that's for nurses
I burst verses, your words is worthless
Only surface, the FUCK's 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 hold off, they too to measure me
Mos and Black blast forth with the weaponry

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
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 sound
(It tight) well aight, show em what it's about

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

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

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

What I leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of artificial lies
Y'all niggaz is than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just
I'm nicer than writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you get shot

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

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

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

We go
Either tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to 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 a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot then baby em again
It's just me and Tariq, Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
Like
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Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, here we here we we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
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...