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, 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

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' 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 all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab 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' everywhere and niggas is
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

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

I told her I'd be back and the dumb bitch 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, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the 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 gon' these hoes up

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 never seen no shit like this is my life
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 know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And some from out the parkin' lot
in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and a few of 'em off

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

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

Wait a minute I think I just saw
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I 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, just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow path ran through it

And it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' 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, 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, 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 fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas

That's right bitches I'm drunk with
Shot a bouncer in the neck for check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him so it's clear that the schmuck that
out the back 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 just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a piece

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