Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the motherfuckin' 2 to the 3

1, 2, 3 points I 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 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 to the top started wit the rocks
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my
Two years off the heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
We returned now to make you suffer succotash

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

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

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

So the critics y'all really fake
We got hotter 16s than R. Kelly tape
cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad weather 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 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
1, 2, 3 points I gotta get
1 don't 2 me 3 go off

I swear to God you heard me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a
Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner ya are borin' us
Listenin' to you is like wet paint dry

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

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

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

And I got a million dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the she have money out her ass
you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
The only hoes is the one you water ya 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 Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan
Vick and Tyson I want 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 don't 2 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