Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' 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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
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 tryna through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and 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 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 not too late

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

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
somebody hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire
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 black
(Shit, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

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

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

I never seen no shit this 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 fire know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin'
to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

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

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

a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so in my life
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 but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went 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 scoop
Bizarre's path ran through it

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

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

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

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

So one shot for the money, two's to the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna 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, 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