Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was 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, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my life
Oh shit, the comin'

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

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

This is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and her body as a human shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(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 hope not too late

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

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where 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, them some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they
It was a Mitsubishi
(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 ain't 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 where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet 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 could even hear the first shot go off

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the for tryna check when I get in
Swift me to meet him here so it's clear that 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
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof 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, lickin' shots off