Luyện nghe bài hát Two Words

We in the streets player, get your
It's two places you'll end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still to go
Now ya hands up bustless, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, that
nowhere to go, sill nowhere to go

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy
scandals, everybody move!
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, 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, black jack, hot
down, get back, ghetto people, got this
Game point lock, pump cocked
We stop, everybody move!

Now ya hands up bustless, busters (Throw your hands up high)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, fuck (oh)
Still to go, still nowhere to go (oh)

And keep ya hands up bustless, busters (Till reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, that (oh)
Still nowhere to go, nowhere to go (oh)

Hey yo, two words, Chi town, side, world wide
I, rep that, till I, fucking die
One neck, two chains, one waist, two
One wall, plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"
I am limelight, Blueprint, 5
Go get his rhyme like, should of signed twice
Most imitated, Grammy
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated
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"
Screaming, Jesus me
You know how the be
I let em change me
Cause on Judgment Day, you blame me
Look God, it's the me
I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we (Up) racially profile (High)
Cuffed up and down, pimped up and hoe down (oh)
Plus I got a whole city to hold (oh)
the bottom to the top
So only place to go

And keep ya up bustless, busters (Till they reach the sky)
Boostas, hoes, everybody, that (oh)
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go (oh)

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap into two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with your
The skeet, blow a reef through ya car
My God, two words, no guns, arms
Break necks, backs, Steven Segul
Free bars, fresh men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot Jay for his dogs
And broads, forget ya squad, let em for yourself
Have you screaming out four "Send for the Lord"
Two words, Freeway's slightly
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave his broad

Throw (red) (white) hands (blue) Up (black)
Throw (calm) Your (down) (move) Up (back)
Throw (motherfuckers) (asking) hands (who is) up (that)
(you know) your (it's the) hands (almighty) up (Black Jack)
Throw (Mos) your (Def) (K) up (West)
Throw (there go) your (people) (get this) up (shit off ya chest)
(north) your (to the south) hands (to the east) up (to the west)
Throw (we got) (that concert) hands (it was no) up (contest)
High! (an it to 'em like)