Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, shit, dump off, cock 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, don't
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody

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

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

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

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

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt like it rained till the caved 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 let 'em change me
'Cuz on Day, you gon' blame me

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

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(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 into two words, fast
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with burner
The heat skeet, a reef through ya car

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

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

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

Throw your 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 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