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
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, show em 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 up and leave dents 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 this, you don't want it
(What nigga?) The Thought and M-O-S Def done it
Who the ultimate? Yo my man upon it

Aiyyo I stop and drop jewels but never run it
Rock 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
Cross the membrane barkin big game and get
Eyewitness account, say it happened so
Just slid off to the side, didn't say nuttin
BLAOW, blew away the 1900th

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

Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you every bar
of the Black Thought and the man from Black Star
Illadelph and 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, 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 stressin me
But tell 'em to hold off, they too short to me
Mos and Black Thought forth with the weaponry

Like
Either stand or sit the fuck down
All the way the 2-1-5th 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 must have forget
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) (bubblin hot)

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

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

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

Yo, me and Kamal and Hubbard, ?uestlove and Malik
We go to dollar hoagies and Tahitian Treat
Or like toast in the oven with government cheese
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Say a little story that must be told
two young brothers who got so much soul
They takin control, of the body and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's just two bad who will never quit
Mos Def and from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell em
It's just me and Tariq, 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 how to rock when the beat come in
Like
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Let the poppers pop, and the break
Then
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Two years ago, a of mine
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