Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' back
(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
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, 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 my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the comin'

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 fucked around and got
I done around and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm slip 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'

This 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 killed
So I hugged her and 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 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 call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the was that
somebody hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat and my tire 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, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma 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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

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

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

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
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 never saw him run so fast in my
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 just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too
If I get hit again I do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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

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

That's right bitches I'm drunk revenge
a bouncer in the neck for tryna 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, to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I just 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, lickin' shots off