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 about to go

Runnin one on one and hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, 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 like the track up and leave dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, 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 make you stock price
All you high 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 so sudden
Just off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, your tape 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 carry
And rock, uniforms, made for nurses
I your 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 stressin me
But 'em to hold off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought forth with the weaponry

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

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

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

Yeah, now check your stove top you take a listen
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke hold piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole
Class E can't hold the transmission
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)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I swing chandeliers and wall climb
And specialize in of all kind
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down
But half the time, they run it down one of
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and kid, it's enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and
We go back to dollar hoagies and Treat
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
business, off the top actin and battlin
Servin them that forgot
But don't get too close, you might get shot

Like
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 sound
(It sound tight) well aight, 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
stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you now?

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

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

Say here's a little story that 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 who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then tell em again
It's me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to make it
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the blend
Because we know how to when the beat come in
Like
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Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, here we we here we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Let the pop, and the breakers break
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two years ago, a friend of
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...