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 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 get across
1 2 make me 3 go off

We came up from the bottom to the top wit the rocks
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my
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 in the camera nigga picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple
Weeds no call it Virgin Mary

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

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

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

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

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 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 never 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 rhymes are us
to you is like watchin' wet paint dry

Ya lyrics I bet they taste
spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a break please
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' like you did time in the pen
But really was a at Penn State
Cut the bullshit ya not a
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all blockbusters

Confessin' Usher soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the like star 82
Mad 'cause I'm up and you ain't 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 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 water ya wit

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

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