Luyện nghe bài hát Two Words

We in the streets player, get your
It's only two places end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go, still to go
Now throw ya up bustless, busters, boosters, hoes
Everybody, fuck
Still nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, folks
Big Macs, fat folks, capsules
Presidential scandals, 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, play
Every traffic, one lane, move!
Two words, Mos Def, jack, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got
Game point lock, pump cocked
We stop, everybody move!

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

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

Hey yo, two words, Chi town, side, world wide
Cause I, rep that, I, fucking 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, should of been twice
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated
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"
Screaming, Jesus me
You how the game be
I can't let em me
Cause on Day, you gon' blame me
Look God, it's the me
I (Throw) basically know now (Your) we (Up) racially profile (High)
Cuffed up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe (oh)
Plus I got a whole city to hold (oh)
From the to the top
So only to go down

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

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A-R
Turn y'all rap niggas two words, fast runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you better sleep your burner
The skeet, blow a reef through ya car
My God, two words, no guns, break
necks, break backs, Steven Segul
Free young bars, men of the Roc
Left the beef in the pot Jay sent for his
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) (down) hands (move) Up (back)
Throw (motherfuckers) (asking) hands (who is) up (that)
Throw (you know) (it's the) hands (almighty) up (Black Jack)
(Mos) your (Def) hands (K) up (West)
Throw (there go) your (people) (get this) up (shit off ya chest)
Throw (north) your (to the south) (to the east) up (to the west)
Throw (we got) your (that concert) (it was no) up (contest)
High! (an it to 'em like)