Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

Runnin one on one and only bound
Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, em what it's about

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

Well like smack the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin blunt, instrument spit
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 don't it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the Yo my man speak upon it

Aiyyo I fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you stock plummet
All you high noon better rally at the summit
It's me and and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, your tape rollin so you catch every 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 made for
I your verses, your words is worthless
Only touchin surface, the the purpose?

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and head of treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG stressin me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too to measure me
Mos and Thought blast forth with the weaponry

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either tall or sit the fuck 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 got to blow up the spot, they must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) (bubblin hot)

Yeah, now your stove top before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel
I the winter breeze to choke hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole
Class E chassis can't 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)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I from 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, they run it down one of
Thought suffocatin em yet another stunnin line
You dumb and kid, it's enlarged and underlined

What I memorized leave whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of your artificial
Y'all niggaz is faker than No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just
I'm nicer your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my 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 and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them cats forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

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

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

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 down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

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)

Say a little story that must be told
two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect
we know how to rock when the beat come in
Like
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
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Two years ago, a friend of
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