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, 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, lickin' shots off

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

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

(Kuniva you awright)
These is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to my car is at
screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

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

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

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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

(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 a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the 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, 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

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument a parkin' spot
Decides to 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 all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came the wall
Before anyone even hear 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 Denaun
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
Look at him ass, I think he left his wife

she is on the ground bein' 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 handle it, it's too
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

And it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's it out with
But Denaun's behind 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, somebody's lickin' off

It's night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' tonight

right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the for tryna check when I get in
Swift me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his is up in this mothafucka

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

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