Luyện nghe bài hát Double Trouble

We go wow,
Either tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's to go down

one on one and only hip-hop bound
Yo Tariq (whassup) how micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, em what it's 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 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 Black Thought and Def done it
Who the Yo my man speak upon it

I stop fools and drop jewels but never run it
Rock mics so I make you stock price plummet
All you high riders better rally at the summit
It's me and and your fleet 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 away the

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, your rooks, rings and tooken

Aiyyo, keep your tape rollin so you every bar
of the Black Thought and the black man from Black
and Vietnam we conference, accomplish
Even with 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 of bank treasury
So mounties in the got a BIG bounty stressin me
But 'em to hold 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 fuck
All the way from the to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go

Yo (whassup) how your micraphone sound
(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 beans don't burn in the kitchen
These gassed-up niggaz just ain't fuel
I play the winter to choke hold your piston
(eh-eh-eh-eh) Now you niggaz can't pole position
Class E chassis can't the transmission
Crew pit, useless, they got tools missin
Watch me, grand prix, champy for driven

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, they run it one of mine
Thought em with yet another stunnin line
You dumb and blind kid, enlarged and underlined

What I memorized your whole staff pressurized
Melt down all of your artificial
Y'all niggaz is than Yellow No. 5
Swine like and diglyceride
My vocals got texture, you just
I'm nicer your writtens even when I'm improvised
Step into my get flown like 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 toast in the oven with government cheese bubblin
Me and Dante like Marvin, The travellin
Give me the mic, we on that
business, off the top actin and battlin
Servin cats that forgot
But don't get too close, because you might get

Like
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 micraphone sound
(It sound tight) well aight, show em what it's

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

We go
Either stand tall or sit the down
All the way from the to Bucktown
Went from _Do You Want More?!??!!_ to what you want

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

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

Say here's a little that must be told
About two young brothers who got so soul
They takin total control, of the and brain
Flyin high in the sky, on a plane
It's just two bad who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the
They rock beginnin to end, on a blend
And everybody who then baby tell em again
just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The crew 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 come in
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Let the poppers pop, and the breakers
Then
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Two ago, a friend of mine
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