Luyện nghe bài hát 1, 2, 3

1 to the 2 to the motherfuckin' 3

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

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

Run up and the pump'll my niggaz is dopin'
I'm the film in the camera picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' daily
Weeds no seeds call it Mary

Chevy they say we up
(Oh, yeah)
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried
Hold up Joe the song
(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 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 like a satellite

have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a
Who you wit ya click 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 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
1, 2, 3 I gotta get across
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 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 I bet they taste sweet
Stop them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a break please
Start writin' ya rhymes as a matter of fact
a mirror and a map go and find yaself

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

Confessin' like soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the block like 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 in the bank

And I got a million dollar dick bitch worth a lot of cash
If I her in the butt 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 that 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 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 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