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 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 must forget
We double (trouble) (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, from it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get your growth from this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Black and M-O-S Def done it
Who the Yo my man speak upon it

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

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

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

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

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG stressin me
But 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought blast forth 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, it's about to go

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(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)

Yeah, now check your stove top before you a listen
And make sure beans don't burn in the
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to 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 tools missin
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I from chandeliers and wall climb
And in warfares of all kind
A lot of MC's I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, they run it down one of
Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin
You dumb and blind kid, it's 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 got texture, you just texturized
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm
Step into my zone get flown fly
by the Lazarus who just won't die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, 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 travellin
me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say here's a little story that must be
About two brothers who got so much soul
They takin 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 beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who 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
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
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