Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and jewels but never run it
mics so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders better rally at the
It's me and and your fleet outnumbered
the membrane barkin big game and get hunted
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
Then BLAOW, away the 1900th

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

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

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

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

Like
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, 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 breeze to choke hold your
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make position
Class E can't hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they missin
Watch me, grand prix, for wealth driven

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

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

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

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, about to go down

Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em 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 or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want

Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what 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 must be told
About two brothers who got so much soul
They takin total control, of the body and
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad brothers who never quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
They rock to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot baby tell em again
just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby yo we got to 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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