Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

Now ya hands up
Bustless, bustas, boostas,
Everybody, that
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, capsules
scandals, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got
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, can't ball, don't
traffic, one lane, everybody move

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

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

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, fuck
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, 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
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 can't let 'em me
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me

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

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

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

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

And broads, ya squad, let 'em find for yourself
Have you screamin' out words 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, Freeway's slightly
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, with his broad

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

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

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

Throw your 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