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, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

gone 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 my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House fucked 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' everywhere and is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me 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 human
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my
I ran and got my 38, I hope 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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, 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 Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the 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, 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

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

The marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd
And some cum-wad 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 for six feet away's the door
Into St. 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 posted up at the bar a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And where the fuck is Von, he usually one on him

Wait a I think I just 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 think he his wife

she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there just another 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 scoop
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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 lickin' off

It's Friday night came to this bitch,
Big ass to my left and Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to
Although I can't here to fight 'cuz 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 him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in 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 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 is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off