Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, now?
(What are you doin'?)

Proof, the projects,

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
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These 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 ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
she didn't mean 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 yellin'
(Don't me)

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

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, 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?)
With a gat nigga and my tire
And I just hit a pole, niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can 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 today
I'ma my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes 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, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are wall to wall, thousand and some odd fans
And some from out the parkin' lot
in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's aimin' for six 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 the wall
Before anyone could even the first shot go off

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I find 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 saw him run so fast in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there went 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
Follow path ran through it

And it to the front door and collapsed 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, 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 Eagle to my right
I ain't come in bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

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

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
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, 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