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, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, 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 your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin'
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', 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 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 slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

This is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
she didn't mean 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 her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and my escape
I ran and got my 38, I it's not too late

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 shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can 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
park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck hoes up

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

I seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the waitin' in line
Still tryna get the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And some from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument a parkin' spot
to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

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

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And the fuck is Von, he usually tucks 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 fast in my
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein'
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't 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 can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
up and I seen Swift shootin' 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, four shots, all I hear is
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 Desert 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 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 for the money, two's to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I wanna know who's 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 hear is
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off