Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the playa, getcha mail
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, United States, no love, no
Low brow, high stakes, smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got
ball, lock 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, play
Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody

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

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, fuck
Still nowhere to go, still 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 rhyme like, shoulda signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
like 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 know how the be
I let 'em change me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you blame me

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

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till reach the sky)
Everybody, that
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 with your burner
The heat skeet, a reef through ya car

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

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

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

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

Throw your 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' show it to 'em