Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
now nigga, what now?
(What are you doin'?)

Proof, the projects,

One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my life
Oh shit, the comin'

Bitches hollerin', runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to my car is at
Bitches everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the
(With car?)
a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they
It was a black
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a today
park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these up

One shot, two shot, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

I never seen no like this is my life before
People are camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the lot
Gets in an argument a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the flyin' all over the place
one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

There she is on the ground bein'
I go to her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to it, it's too thin
If I get hit I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow path ran through it

And made it to the front and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

It's Friday night came to bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right I'm drunk with revenge
a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just wanna know who's a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off