Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
now nigga, what now?
(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, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done around and forgot my tec
I see nobody 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' everywhere and niggas is
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier and she cryin'
But it's 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 she's
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be back and the dumb bitch 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 is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my 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 today
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 these up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I 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 never seen no shit this is my life before
People are still camped out the night 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 to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And cum-wad from 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 for six feet away's the door
St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the
Before anyone could even hear the shot go off

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet right by my ear damn 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 in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I he left his wife

There she is on the ground 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 able to handle 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
Looked up and I Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four

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

It's night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Eagle 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 I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with
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 the show
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just wanna know who's a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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, somebody's shots off