Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the streets playa, getcha
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, that
Still nowhere to go, still to go

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

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, check, hot shit
down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, long cocked
We stop, everybody move

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

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

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, side, world wide
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, been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

Barbershop, hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt it rained till 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 let 'em change me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

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

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, that
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 better sleep with your
The heat skeet, 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 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 your up
(Calm down, back)

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

Throw your 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' it to 'em like