Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either stand tall, sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, about to go down

Runnin one on one and only bound
Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) aight, show em what it's about

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop but never run it
mics so nice I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and your fleet
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
Just off to the side, didn't really say nuttin
Then BLAOW, blew away the

You better get your rest cause the day comin
Oh yes, and MC's they scared to say
Stop frontin, I'm in the cut just
get your kings, your 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 stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, you go one for my (hustle)
Two to rock rhyme (two to rhyme)
From the kid I'm one of the illets of all time
I swing from chandeliers and wall
And specialize in warfares of all
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down
But half the time, run it down one of mine
suffocatin em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's enlarged and

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

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

Like
Either stand or sit the fuck 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, show em what it's

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 the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want now?

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

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

Say here's a little story that be told
two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin total control, of the and brain
high in the sky, on a lyrical plane
It's just two bad brothers who will quit
Mos Def and Tariq the 2-1-5th
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 how to rock when the beat come in
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Two years ago, a of mine
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