Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

Now throw ya 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, off, cock 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, everybody

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

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

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, that
Still nowhere to go, still 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, twenty plaques, say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda been signed
Most imitated, nominated
accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

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

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

Look God, the same me
I basically know now we could profile
(Throw hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold
From the bottom to the top, so only to go down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

High an' show it to 'em