Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the streets playa, mail
It's 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, nowhere to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world
'Cuz I rep that, till I 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
accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

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

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, that
Still nowhere to go, 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 skeet, blow a reef through ya car

My God, two words, no guns, arms
Break necks, 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
around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

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

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

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

an' show it to 'em like