Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

Two words, United States, no love, no
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 won't shit, everybody move

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, wide
'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 like, shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt like it rained till the roof in
Two words, Chi town, me, crazy
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

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck
Still 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 sleep with your burner
The heat skeet, a reef through ya car

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

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

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

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

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