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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I messed around 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 the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

This chick is clingin' me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and 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 her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope not too late

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

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

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

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma park my car and the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't tucked
I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these 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
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my life
People are still camped out from the before
outside the door waitin' 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
Gets in an argument a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and a few of 'em off

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

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
wizzed right by my ear damn 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 think I saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went 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 scoop
Follow path ran through it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out
But right behind him squeezin' 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, 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 this bitch to
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm niggas tonight

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

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

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