Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the 2 to the motherfuckin' 3

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

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

Run up and the blast my niggaz is dopin'
I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple
Weeds no seeds call it Mary

they 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 answer to the
What if Big and Pac woulda got

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

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

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 did the five fingers say to the face?
(Slap)

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

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

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

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

Confessin' like Usher soft as food
Fixin to get us off the block like 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 dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the butt she money out her ass
Claimin' you pimpin' but got one bitch
The only hoes is the one you water ya wit

To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones fuck 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
Vick Ervin and Tyson I 5 mics man damn

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