Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black
Big Macs, fat folks, capsules
scandals, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock
We stop shit, everybody move

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world
'Cuz I rep that, 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, been signed twice
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom

Barbershop, hated, mom and pop, bootlegged 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
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me

Look God, it's the me
I basically know now we could profile
(Throw hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe
I got a whole city to hold down
From the bottom to the top, so only 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 two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep your burner
The heat skeet, a reef through ya car

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

And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em 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 his broad

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

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

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

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

High an' show it to 'em