Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

Now ya hands up
Bustless, bustas, boostas,
Everybody, fuck
Still nowhere to go, nowhere to go

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

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got
Game ball, shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, 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
Calm down, get back, people got this
Game point lock, pump cocked
We stop, everybody move

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

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till reach the sky)
Everybody, that
Still nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, world
I rep that, till I fuckin' die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two
One wall, plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5
Go get his like, shoulda been signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom

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

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, fuck
Still 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, blow a through ya car

My God, two words, no guns, break
necks, break backs, Steven Seagul
Free young bars, 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 screamin' out words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his

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

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

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

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

an' show it to 'em like