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 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, folks
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, off, cock shit
We won't shit, everybody move

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

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot
down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, pump cocked
We won't stop, move

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, fuck
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, nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt it rained till the roof caved in
Two words, Chi town, me, crazy
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 hosed down, up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole city to hold
From the bottom to the top, so place to go down

And ya hands 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 into 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, arms
Break necks, backs, Steven Seagul
Free bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his

And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em find for
you screamin' out four words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his

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

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

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

Throw your 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