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

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

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

Well like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, rapper's run it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, from it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth stunted from this, you want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S Def it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

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

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

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

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

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of bank
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

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
Brace yourself, about 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, because they must have
We (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

Yeah, now check your stove top before you a listen
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient
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 the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they missin
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rhyme)
From the kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I from chandeliers and wall 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 suffocatin em with yet another line
You dumb and blind kid, enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave your staff 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 nicer than your writtens even I'm improvised
Step into my zone get flown fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who won't die

Yo, me and and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top actin and
Servin them cats 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 about to go

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

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

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

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

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

Say a little story that must be told
About two brothers who got so much soul
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock to end, on a spiritual blend
And who forgot then baby tell em again
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, Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
Like
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
Then
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Two years ago, a friend of
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