Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, shit
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, people got this
Game lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody

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

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

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

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, 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 know how the be
I can't let 'em me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

Look God, it's the me
I know now we could racially profile
(Throw hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, up and hoe down
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, that
Still nowhere to go, still 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, blow a 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 words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, with his broad

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

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

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