Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the streets playa, mail
It's only two you'll end up
Either dead or in
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, folks
Big Macs, fat folks, ecstasy
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
Heavy traffic, one lane, move

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

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

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

Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, side, world wide
'Cuz I rep that, 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 signed
Most imitated, nominated
accommodated, cheerleader, prom dated

Barbershop, hated, mom and pop, bootlegged it
Felt it rained till the roof caved 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 can't let 'em me
'Cuz on Judgment Day, you gon' me

Look God, it's the me
I basically know now we racially profile
(Throw your up high)
Cuffed up and hosed down, up and hoe down
I got a whole city to hold down
From the to the top, so only place to go down

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

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

My God, two words, no guns, arms
Break necks, break backs, Seagul
young bars, fresh 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, Freeway's retarded
around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

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

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

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

Throw your up
(North to the south, to the east, to the west)
Throw hands up
(We got concert, it was no contest)

an' show it to 'em like