Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Words

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

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

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

Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people, got
Game ball, shit, dump off, cock shit
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, black check, hot
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got
Game lock, long pump cocked
We won't stop, move

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

And keep ya 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, world
'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 like, shoulda been signed twice
imitated, Grammy nominated
Hotel accommodated, cheerleader, dated

Barbershop, hated, mom and pop, bootlegged 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 let 'em change me
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me

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

And keep ya up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes
(Till reach 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 Jackie Jurner, you better sleep your burner
The heat skeet, blow a through 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 find for
Have you screamin' out four 'Send for the Lord'
Two words, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave his broad

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

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

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

Throw your 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