Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either stand tall, just sit the down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

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

I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you noon riders better rally 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 off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew the 1900th

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

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

Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's carry
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 of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG bounty 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 tall or sit the down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Brace yourself, about to go down

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

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

Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
gassed-up niggaz just 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 they tools
Watch me, grand prix, champy for wealth

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 from and wall climb
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it rhyme
But half the time, they run it down one of
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

What I memorized leave your whole staff
Melt down all of your artificial
Y'all is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine mono and diglyceride
My got texture, you just texturized
I'm than your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my zone get flown fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who won't die

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

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 micraphone
(It sound tight) well aight, em what it's about

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

We go
Either stand tall or sit the down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Went _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

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

We bout to blow up the spot, because 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
They takin total control, of the and brain
high in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who then baby tell em again
It's just me and Tariq, Ahmir on the beat
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we how to rock when the beat come in
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we go, here we here we here we go
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
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Two years ago, a of mine
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