Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
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 gone I'm in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, what your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed around and 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 everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

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

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

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I 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

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

(Is you hit?)
I know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(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 even
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' these hoes up

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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

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

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

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

There she is on the ground bein'
I go to her up by the damn 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 I can't do it, I scoop deep
Bizarre's 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 see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right him squeezin' his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

That's right bitches I'm drunk with
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna when I get in
Swift told me to meet him so it's 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
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 knee wit a three

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 shots off