Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll 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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip through the 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 mean to diss me 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 back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back 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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

(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

Believe me I'm leavin' a 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 fuck these hoes up

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

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

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are wall to wall, three thousand and odd fans
And some from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a spot
Decides to pull his gun out and 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 the place
one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a tov
wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually one on him

Wait a minute I I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

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

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right 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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's Friday night to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and 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 fight 'cuz I'm niggas tonight

right bitches 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, to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three

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 shots off