Luyện nghe bài hát One 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, 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

gone 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 comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House around and got shot
I messed around 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
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

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

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

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

(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 hit a pole, them niggas some 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

me I'm leavin' 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 fuck these hoes up

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

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the
Into St. hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em through the wall
Before could even hear 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 Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I 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

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I can't see who 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 the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's 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 bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' tonight

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

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna know 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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off