Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what
(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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people 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 done messed and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

chick 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 body as a shield
And she got hit now she's
(Don't me)

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

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
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma park my car and the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we fuck these hoes up

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

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

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

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

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

Wait a minute I think I saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

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

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

One shot, two shot, three shots, 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

It's Friday night came to 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
I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with
Shot a in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift me to meet 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 stop the
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off