Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the streets playa, getcha
It's only two places end up
dead or in jail
Still to go, still nowhere to go

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

Two words, United States, no love, no
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy
Presidential scandals, move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, people, got this
Game ball, lock shit, dump off, cock
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, move

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

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

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till they the sky)
Everybody, that
Still 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, shoulda been twice
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt like it 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
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

God, it's the same me
I basically know now we could 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 only place to go

And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas,
(Till they 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, runners
Like Jackie Jurner, you sleep with your burner
The skeet, blow a reef through ya car

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

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

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

Throw your up
(Motherfuckers askin', who is that?)
your 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 hands up
(North to the south, to the east, to the west)
Throw your up
(We got concert, it was no contest)

High an' it to 'em like