Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' 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 gone I'm dropped in the
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 comin'

Bitches hollerin', runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed and forgot my tec
I don't see but Fab Five and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is killed
So I hugged her and her body 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 squeezed through the back door and made my
I ran and got my 38, I hope 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, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

(Is you hit?)
I know 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

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma my car and walk 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 this is my before
People are still camped out from the night
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in
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 some odd
And some cum-wad from out the lot
in an argument over a parkin' 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 strays flyin' all the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the
Before anyone could even the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And where the is Von, he usually tucks 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 fast in my
Look at him ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't 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 again I can't do it, I scoop
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

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

One shot, two shot, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's 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 this bitch to party, I came in this to fight
Although I can't stay 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 that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
Third's for the
(There's of shots 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off