Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

Well it's like smack the up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, numb it
in my circumference, is confronted 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 upon it

I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you price plummet
All you high noon riders better rally at the
me and Tariq and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
Just slid off to the side, really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew away the

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

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

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

I shot the sherriff, the deputy, and of bank treasury
So mounties in the county got a BIG stressin me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to 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 the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

Yeah, now check your top before you take a listen
And sure beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel
I play the winter to choke hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you can't make pole position
Class E chassis can't hold the
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
Watch me, grand prix, for wealth driven

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to 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 said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, they run it one of mine
Thought suffocatin em with yet stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, enlarged and underlined

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

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

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) aight, show em what it's about

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It tight) well 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
About two young brothers who got so 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 Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then 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, Fortified Live survive the
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to rock when the come in
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Here we go, we here we here we go
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
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Two years ago, a of mine
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