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, 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

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

hollerin', niggas 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 fucked around and got shot
I done messed and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

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

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

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

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the was that
somebody hit me from 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, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these up

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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 never no shit like this is my life before
People are still out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And some cum-wad 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 away's the
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the
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 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 think he left his

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

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

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
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 Friday came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert to my right
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

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

So one shot for the money, two's to 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 Proof shot him in the wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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