Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll 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 is gunshots
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see 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' everywhere and is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

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

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

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, somebody's lickin' off

(I been 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?)
a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them some hoes

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

The fire marshalls know, the too small
People are wall to wall, thousand and some odd fans
And cum-wad from 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 feet away's the
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came the wall
Before anyone could 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 find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw
No, I not, what 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 bein'
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there went another damn 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 scoop
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't here to fight '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 that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this

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

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