Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the streets playa, getcha
only two places you'll end up
Either or in jail
Still nowhere to go, nowhere to go

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

Two words, United States, no love, no
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, shit, dump off, cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody

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

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got
Game point lock, long cocked
We stop, everybody move

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

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, that
Still nowhere to go, still to go

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South side, wide
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
Most imitated, nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

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 how the game be
I let 'em change me
'Cuz on Day, you gon' blame me

Look God, the same me
I basically know now we racially profile
(Throw your up high)
up and hosed down, pimped up and hoe down
Plus I got a whole to hold down
the bottom to the top, so only place to go down

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

Two words, Freeway, two letters, A R
Turn y'all rap into two words, fast runners
Jackie Jurner, you better sleep with 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
the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs

And broads, forget ya squad, let 'em for yourself
Have you screamin' out four words 'Send for the
Two words, slightly retarded
Fuck around, a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

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

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

Throw your up
(Mos Def, K West)
your hands up
(There go people, get shit 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)

High an' show it to 'em