Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the playa, getcha mail
only two places you'll end up
Either or in jail
Still to go, still nowhere to go

Now throw ya up
Bustless, bustas, boostas,
Everybody, that
Still nowhere to go, still to go

Two words, United States, no love, no
Low brow, stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, shit
We won't stop shit, move

Two words, BK , NY,
Two hawks, too hungry, too many, why
streets know game, can't ball, don't play
Heavy traffic, one lane, move

Two words, Mos Def, check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, people got this
Game lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, move

Now ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw your up high)
Everybody, fuck
Still nowhere to go, still to go

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, fuck
Still to go, still nowhere to go

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world
I rep that, till I fuckin' die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two
One wall, plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt like it rained the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, raised me,
So I by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"

Screamin', "Jesus, me"
You know how the be
I can't let 'em me
'Cuz on Day, you gon' blame me

Look God, it's the me
I basically now we could racially profile
(Throw hands up high)
up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to down
From the bottom to the top, so place to go down

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better with your burner
The skeet, blow a reef through ya car

My God, two words, no guns, break
Break necks, break backs, Steven
Free young bars, men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot, Jay for his dogs

And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em find for
Have you screamin' out four 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's slightly
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave his broad

Throw hands up
(Red, white, blue, black)
Throw hands up
(Calm down, back)

Throw your up
(Motherfuckers askin', who is that?)
Throw your up
(You know it's the almighty, mighty Jack)

Throw hands up
(Mos Def, K West)
Throw your up
(There go people, get shit off ya chest)

Throw hands up
(North to the south, to the east, to the west)
Throw your up
(We got concert, it was no contest)

an' show it to 'em like