Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is
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 run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the comin'

hollerin', niggas 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 and got shot
I done around 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 everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'

chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's
(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 it's not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, 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 lickin' off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, you at?)
I'm on seven mile, the fuck was that
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 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 park my car and 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, 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 shots off

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

The marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, thousand and some odd fans
And cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an over 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. hall, now the strays flyin' all over 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 posted up at the bar havin' a tov
Bullet right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And where the is Von, he usually tucks one on him

a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he his wife

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

And it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I Swift shootin' it out
But I see who he's 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 where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

It's night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' tonight

That's right bitches I'm drunk with
Shot a in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck
Shot out the back of his truck is up in 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 to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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