Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was back
(Oh shit)
now nigga, what now?
(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, somebody's lickin' off

Security's I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my 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 all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
the sound of the glock
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 slip through the exit and get to my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' 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 her body as a human 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was
Damn somebody hit me the back
(With car?)
a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, the clique 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 even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we fuck these hoes up

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, lickin' shots off

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

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

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

I'm posted up at the bar 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 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 left his

There she is on the ground 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 handle it, it's too
If I get hit I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

And it to the front door 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 him squeezin' his four fifth

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, somebody's lickin' off

It's Friday night came to this bitch,
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
I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

That's bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the 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 this

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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, somebody's lickin' off