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, that
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, black
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, dump off, cock
We won't stop shit, move

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

Two words, Mos Def, black check, hot
down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game point lock, pump cocked
We won't stop, everybody

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

And ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till reach the sky)
Everybody, that
nowhere to go, still nowhere 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, plaques, dudes say, "Gimme that"

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

Barbershop, hated, mom and pop, bootlegged 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 can't let 'em me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Throw hands 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)

an' show it to 'em like