Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

We in the playa, getcha mail
only two places you'll end up
Either dead or in
nowhere to go, still nowhere to go

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

Two words, States, no love, no brakes
Low brow, high stakes, smoke, black folks
Big Macs, fat folks, capsules
scandals, everybody move

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
down, get back, ghetto 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
These streets game, can't ball, don't play
traffic, one lane, everybody 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 ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Throw hands 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
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, twenty plaques, say, "Gimme that"

I am limelight, Blueprint, 5
Go get his rhyme like, shoulda signed twice
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, prom

Barbershop, playa hated, mom and pop, it
Felt like it rained till the caved in
Two words, Chi town, me, crazy
So I by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"

Screamin', "Jesus, me"
You know how the be
I let 'em change me
'Cuz on Day, you gon' blame me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Throw your up
(Motherfuckers askin', who is that?)
Throw hands up
(You know the almighty, mighty Johnny 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)
your hands up
(We got concert, it was no contest)

High an' it to 'em like