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, about to go down

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

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

it's 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, numb it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth stunted this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man upon it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
Rock so nice I make you stock 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 slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew away the

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 onlookin
Your get your kings, your rooks, and pawns tooken

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

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 the purpose?

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

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

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

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

Yeah, now your stove top before you take a listen
And make sure don't burn in the kitchen
gassed-up niggaz 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 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 rock (two to rock rhyme)
the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I swing from and wall climb
And specialize in of all kind
A lot of said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, they run it one of mine
Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin
You dumb and blind kid, enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or like toast in the with government cheese bubblin
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top actin and
them cats that forgot
But don't get too close, you might get shot

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

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 have
We double (trouble) (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

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

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

We bout to up the spot, because 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
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will never
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And who forgot then baby tell 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 survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we how to rock when the beat come in
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