Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the motherfuckin' 2 to the 3

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

We came up from the bottom to the top wit the rocks
Used to sell 'em to the now I got 'em in my watch
Two years off the scene enough 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' trees chiefin' purple
Weeds no seeds call it Mary

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

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

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

Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil a dick
Who you wit fuck ya stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the
(Slap)

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

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 2 make 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 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 like wet paint dry

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

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

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

And I got a million dollar dick wood worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the she have money out her ass
Claimin' you 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 that fuck for fetti
If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck
To The like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson
Vick Ervin and I want 5 mics man damn

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