Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

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

Runnin one on one and hip-hop bound
Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what about

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

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

Aiyyo I stop fools and drop jewels but run it
Rock mics so nice I make you price plummet
All you high noon riders rally at the summit
It's me and Tariq and fleet outnumbered
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it so sudden
Just slid off to the side, didn't really say
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, your tape rollin so you catch every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even stakes inclined, I get mine, regardless

Yo, a lot of Smurfette MC's purses
And rock, uniforms, made for nurses
I burst your verses, 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 Black blast forth 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
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

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

Yeah, now check your top before you take a listen
And make sure beans don't in the kitchen
These niggaz just ain't fuel efficient
I play the winter breeze to choke your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you can't make pole position
Class E chassis hold the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got they tools
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 and wall climb
And specialize in of all kind
A lot of MC's said I'm a run it down
But half the time, run it down one of mine
Thought suffocatin em with yet stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, it's and underlined

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Leanord Hubbard, ?uestlove and
We go back to hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante Marvin, The Troublemen travellin
Give me the mic, we on again
b-boy business, off the top and battlin
Servin them cats forgot
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 to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

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

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

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

Yo Tariq (whassup) how your sound
(It sound tight) well aight, em what it's 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 young who got so much soul
takin total control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a lyrical
It's just two bad brothers who will quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a spiritual
And everybody who then baby tell em again
just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots baby yo we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest,
Non-stoppinest, Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect
Because we know how to rock when the beat in
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
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Two years ago, a of mine
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