Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

Now ya hands up
Bustless, bustas, boostas,
Everybody, fuck
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy
Presidential scandals, move

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto got this
Game lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody

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

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

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

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

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

Screamin', "Jesus, me"
You how the game be
I let 'em change me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

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

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

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

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

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

your 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 the almighty, mighty Johnny Jack)

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

your 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