Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

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

Well it's like smack the track up and dents in it
The vocalist, this blunt, instrument spit
The magnificent, rapper's run it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, from it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man speak it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop 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 Tariq and your fleet
Cross the membrane barkin big 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 rest cause the next day comin
Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut onlookin
Your get your kings, rooks, rings and pawns tooken

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

Yo, a lot of Smurfette carry purses
And rock, uniforms, made for nurses
I burst your verses, your words is
Only touchin surface, the the purpose?

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

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

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 (trouble) bubble (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 breeze to choke hold your
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
E chassis can't hold 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 rock rhyme (two to rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the illets of all
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 the time, they run it down one of mine
Thought suffocatin em yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's and underlined

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
Melt all of your artificial lies
Y'all is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just
I'm than 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 Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to dollar and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with cheese bubblin
Me and like Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them cats that
But don't get too close, because you might get

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say here's a little that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much
They takin total control, of the and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad brothers who will never
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who then baby tell em again
It's me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
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