Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

Two words, United States, no love, no
Low brow, stakes, crack smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy
Presidential scandals, everybody

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, check, hot shit
down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, long pump
We stop, everybody move

Now ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw hands up high)
Everybody, that
nowhere 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, 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
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom

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

Look God, the same me
I basically know now we could profile
(Throw hands up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole to hold down
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
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, a reef through ya car

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

And broads, ya squad, let 'em find for yourself
Have you out four words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's retarded
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 your up
(You it's the almighty, mighty Johnny Jack)

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

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

High an' it to 'em like