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

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

Run up and the pump'll my niggaz is dopin'
I'm the film in the nigga picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees purple daily
Weeds no call 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)
Mob the answer to the question
What if Big and Pac woulda got

Put us on whoever song 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 Coke can

So damn the critics y'all really
We got 16s than than R. Kelly tape
Make when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad like 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 ya click stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy did the five fingers say to the face?
(Slap)

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 don't 2 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 finna like turtle lips in a lake
more than a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
Listenin' to you is 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 yaself as a matter of
Here's a mirror and a map go and find

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

Confessin' like Usher as baby food
Fixin to get us off the block 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 her in the butt she have money out her ass
Claimin' you but ain't got one bitch
The only hoes is the one you ya lawn wit

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

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 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