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 is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about 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 ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier 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 told her I'd be right back and the dumb 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, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, 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 niggas hoes

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

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

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

The fire marshalls know, the too small
People are to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the lot
Gets in an argument over a 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
one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through 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 damn near it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he 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 in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I 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, 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 deep
Bizarre's path ran through it

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

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

It's Friday 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 stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' 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
Shot out the of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna know who's drivin' a black 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 hear is
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off