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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House fucked 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 slip the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' and niggas is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

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

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

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, lickin' shots off

(I been call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the
(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 you what they drove
It was a black
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't 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 seen no shit like this is my life before
are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12

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

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

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel 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 guess not, 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 grab her up by the damn but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the
Looked up and I seen Swift 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, three shots, 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 lickin' off

It's Friday night to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Eagle to my right
I ain't in this bitch 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 check I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck
Shot out the back of his is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna 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, four shots, all I hear is
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off