Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done around and forgot my tec
I see nobody 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
Bitches screamin' and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't 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 she's
(Don't me)

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

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

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

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a today
park my car and walk the rest 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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

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

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

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And where the is Von, he usually 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 in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 lickin' off