Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the 2 to the motherfuckin' 3

1, 2, 3 points I 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 get across
1 2 make me 3 go off

We came up from the bottom to the top started wit the
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my
Two years off the scene heard of ya fuckin' trash
We returned now to you suffer like succotash

Run up and the pump'll blast my is dopin'
I'm the film in the camera picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' chiefin' purple daily
Weeds no call it Virgin Mary

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

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

So the critics y'all really fake
We got 16s than than R. Kelly tape
cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad like a satellite

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

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
1, 2, 3 points I get across
1 2 make me 3 go off

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

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

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

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

And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood a lot of cash
If I her in the butt she have money out her ass
you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
The only hoes is the one you ya lawn wit

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

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