Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
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, em what it's about

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

Well it's like smack the track up and leave in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, nipples and toes, from it
MC's in my circumference, is son
Get your growth stunted from this, you want it
(What nigga?) The Black Thought and Def done it
Who the Yo my man speak upon it

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
Rock mics so nice I make you price plummet
All you noon riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your outnumbered
Cross the membrane big game and get hunted
account, say it happened so sudden
Just off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew 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 just
Your get your kings, rooks, rings and pawns tooken

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

Yo, a lot of Smurfette carry purses
And rock, uniforms, that's for nurses
I burst your verses, your 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 bounty me
But tell 'em to off, they too short to measure me
Mos and Black Thought blast with the weaponry

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall or sit the down
All the way from the 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 blow up the spot, because they must forget
We (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot)

Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a
And make beans don't burn in the kitchen
gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make pole
Class E chassis hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they missin
me, grand prix, champy 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 illets of all
I swing from chandeliers and wall
And in warfares 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
Thought suffocatin em with yet another stunnin
You dumb and blind kid, it's and underlined

What I memorized leave your whole pressurized
Melt down all of your lies
Y'all niggaz is faker 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 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 hoagies and Tahitian
Or like toast in the oven government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on that
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them cats that
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 to go down

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

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how 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 a little story that must be told
About two young 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 will never
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot then baby 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
we say, the perfect blend
Because we how to rock when the beat come in
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