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
is where the fun stops, bodies 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?)
fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
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)
These niggas is
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to my car is at
Bitches screamin' and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

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

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

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
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 fuck was
Damn hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire
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, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
I'ma 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, four shots, all I hear is
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

The marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And cum-wad 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 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 through the
Before anyone could even the first shot go off

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

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

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

And made it to the front and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I can't see who he's it out with
But right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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

It's Friday night came to this bitch,
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
I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

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

So one shot for the money, two's to the show
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I wanna 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 where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off