Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

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

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, check, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto got this
point lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, move

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

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

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

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

Look God, the same me
I basically know now we racially profile
(Throw your up high)
Cuffed up and 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 reach the sky)
Everybody, fuck
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap niggaz into two words, runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your
The heat skeet, blow a through ya car

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

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

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

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

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

your hands up
(North to the south, to the east, to the west)
Throw hands up
(We got concert, it was no contest)

an' show it to 'em like