Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked and got shot
I done messed around and 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 and get to where my car is at
Bitches everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is 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 body as a shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb believed 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, 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 lickin' off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you they drove
It was a black
(Shit, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and 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, 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

I never seen no shit like this is my life
People are still camped out from the night
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 wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And some cum-wad 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 in the face, another one of 'em came through 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 damn shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And the fuck 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 he left his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

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

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

It's Friday came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert to my right
I come in this 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 bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the for tryna check 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, to stop the show
Third's for the
(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 wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off