Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm ta run and save my muthafuckin' 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
the sound of the glock
Even DJ fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't 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 as a human shield
And she got hit now she's
(Don't me)

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

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

(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the was that
somebody hit me from the back
(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 you what they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

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

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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, lickin' shots off

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

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

Missed who aimin' 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 through the
Before anyone could even the first shot go off

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

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

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 another bullet, I'm hit
My vest is able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

And made it to the front door and on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out
But Denaun's right him squeezin' his four 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

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this 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 clear the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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, somebody's shots off