Luyện nghe bài hát One 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, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin'
Oh shit, the comin'

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

(Kuniva you awright)
These niggas is
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna through the exit and get to where 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 mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and used her body as a human
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

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

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, lickin' shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a today
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even
I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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

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

The fire marshalls know, the too small
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And cum-wad from out the parkin' 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, one of 'em came through the wall
anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar havin' a 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 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 fast in my
Look at him ass, I think he left his wife

she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went 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
Bizarre's path ran through it

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

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 shots off

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert 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 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas

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

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
for the bartender
(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 wit a three piece

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