Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll mothafuckas 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

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

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

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

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

(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, the fuck was that
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 they
It was a black
(Shit, that's the clique we 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 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
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the lot
Gets in an argument a parkin' spot
to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

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

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

Wait a minute I I just 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 ass, I think he left his wife

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

And made it to the front 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 Denaun's right behind him his four fifth

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

It's Friday night came to bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas

That's right I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check 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 for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a 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