Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the motherfuckin' 2 to the 3

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 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 started wit the
to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin'
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 trees chiefin' 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
What if Big and Pac got along?

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

So the critics y'all really fake
We got 16s than than R. Kelly tape
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 do it for the fuck 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 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 points I gotta get
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 turtle lips in a lake
Wrap more than a Egyptian ya rhymes are borin' us
Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet dry

Ya lyrics I bet they taste
Stop spittin' them Kit-Kat bars and give me a break please
writin' ya rhymes 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 ya not a hustler
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all blockbusters

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

And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of
If I fuck her in the she have money out her ass
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one
The only is the one you water ya lawn wit

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

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