Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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, lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, what 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 shot all over the
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the of the glock
DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see but Fab Five 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
screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

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

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

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 shots off

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

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

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

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

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

The marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument a parkin' 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 all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone even hear the first shot go off

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

Wait a I think I just saw Bizarre
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 grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through 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 behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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

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

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

So one for the money, two's to stop the show
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, 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