Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the motherfuckin' 2 to the 3

1, 2, 3 I gotta get across
1 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off

We up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocks
to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin'
We now to make you suffer like succotash

Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is
I'm the film in the nigga picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple
no seeds call it Virgin Mary

Chevy they say we up
(Oh, yeah)
But we do shows and split ends like blow hair
Hold up Joe the song
(What)
Mob the answer to the question
What if Big and Pac got along?

Put us on whoever song fast slow no
Getcha Bible the credits Shawn go slow for God
Wit that said I been oh man
The chain red a caffeine free Coke can

So damn the critics really fake
We got hotter 16s than R. Kelly tape
Make when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad weather a satellite

have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil a dick
Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya
Charlie Murphy did the five fingers say to the face?
(Slap)

1, 2, 3 points I get across
1 don't 2 me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 I gotta get across
1 2 make me 3 go off

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 I gotta get across
1 2 make me 3 go off

I swear to God you never me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
I'm snap like turtle lips in a lake
Wrap more a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
Listenin' to you is watchin' wet paint dry

Ya I bet they taste sweet
Stop spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and me a break please
Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of
Here's a mirror and a map go and yaself

'Cause you fake you frontin' like you did time in the state pen
But really was a nerd at State
Cut the ya not a hustler
Y'all me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all some blockbusters

Confessin' like soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the block star 82
Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' that you can't
I 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank

And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of
If I fuck her in the butt she have out her ass
Claimin' you pimpin' but got one bitch
The hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit

To you that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti
If you ain't finna Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jackson
Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 man damn

1, 2, 3 I gotta get across
1 don't 2 me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off

1, 2, 3 points I get across
1 2 make me 3 go off
1, 2, 3 points I get across
1 don't 2 me 3 go off