Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
DJ House fucked around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip through the and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

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

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

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you they drove
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
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK even tucked
I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

I seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still out from the night before
Sleepin' the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the to see D12 perform

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

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

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn shot it off
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually 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
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop
Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I can't see who shootin' it out with
But right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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

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

That's right bitches I'm with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's 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
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three

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