Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
yourself, it's about to go down

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

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

Well it's like smack the track up and dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, spit
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, and toes, numb from it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth stunted 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 noon riders better rally at the summit
It's me and and your fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane big game and get hunted
account, say it happened so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

You better get your rest cause the next day
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, your tape rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man Black Star
Illadelph and Vietnam we conference,
Even with stakes inclined, I get mine,

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, now check your top before you take a listen
And make sure don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just fuel efficient
I play the winter to choke hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
E chassis can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got tools missin
me, grand prix, champy 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 chandeliers and wall climb
And in warfares of all kind
A lot of said I'm a run it down rhyme
But half the time, they run it one of mine
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined

What I leave your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of artificial lies
niggaz is faker than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just
I'm nicer than your writtens even when I'm
Step into my get flown like fly
by the b-boy Lazarus who just die

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, and Malik
We go back to dollar and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The Troublemen
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 get shot

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 tight) well aight, show em what it's about

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(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)

Say here's a little story must be told
About two young brothers who got so much
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
just two bad brothers who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who forgot then baby em again
It's just me and Tariq, with on the beat
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Fortified survive the apocalypse
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to when the beat come in
Like
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we go, here we here we here we go
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
Then
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Two years ago, a friend of
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