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 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 don't 2 me 3 go off

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

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

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

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

So damn the critics y'all really
We got hotter 16s than R. Kelly tape
Make cheddar 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
pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick
Who you wit fuck ya stay in ya place
Murphy what 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 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

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

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

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

like Usher soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the like 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 worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the butt she money out her ass
Claimin' you but ain't got one bitch
The hoes is the one you water 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 Tyson I 5 mics man damn

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

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