Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
stand 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 only hip-hop
Yo Tariq (whassup) how your micraphone
(It sound tight) aight, show em what it's about

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

Well it's like smack the track up and dents in it
The vocalist, bustin this blunt, instrument
The magnificent, run from it
All fly girls, and toes, numb from it
in my circumference, is confronted son
Get your growth stunted from this, you don't 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 drop jewels but run it
Rock mics so nice I you stock price plummet
All you high noon riders better at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your outnumbered
Cross the barkin 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 rest cause the next day comin
Oh yes, and MC's they to say sum'tin
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut onlookin
get your kings, your rooks, rings and pawns tooken

Aiyyo, keep tape rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the man from Black Star
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even with 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 surface, the FUCK's the purpose?

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

blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to
Brace yourself, it's to go down

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

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

Yeah, now check your stove top you take a listen
And make sure beans don't in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't make position
Class E chassis hold the transmission
pit, useless, they got they tools missin
Watch me, grand prix, for wealth driven

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock (two to rock rhyme)
From the muscle kid I'm one of the of all time
I swing from chandeliers and climb
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 one of mine
Thought suffocatin em yet another stunnin line
You and blind kid, it's enlarged and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go back to hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with cheese bubblin
Me and Dante Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
me the mic, we on that again
b-boy business, off the top actin and
Servin cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you get shot

Like
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
yourself, it's about to go down

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

We to blow up the spot, because y'all must have forget
We double (trouble) (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 now?

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

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

Say here's a little story that be told
About two young who got so much soul
They total control, of the body and brain
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
They rock to end, on a spiritual blend
And who forgot then baby tell em again
just 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, Fortified Live survive the
we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock the beat come in
Like
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we go, here we here we here we go
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Let the pop, and the breakers break
Then
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen,
Two years ago, a of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen...