Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin'
(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 where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done messed and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

I told her I'd be back and the dumb bitch believed me
I through the back 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 where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
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 black
(Shit, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

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

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

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came the wall
Before anyone 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 the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left 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 went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop
Bizarre's path ran through it

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

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

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

That's right bitches I'm with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for check when I get in
told me to meet him here so it's clear 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
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I wanna know 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 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