Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll 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 hear is
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

This chick is onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's 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 her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and my escape
I ran and got my 38, I it's not too late

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, somebody's shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't 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

me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma my car and walk the rest 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 these 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, 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 before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in
tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire 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 over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and a few of 'em off

who he's 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 through the wall
Before could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a tov
Bullet wizzed 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 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 his wife

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

And it to the front door 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 squeezin' his fifth

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

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

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

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

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