Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what
(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 in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what your wife?)
Nigga my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's and it's on and cats 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 right back and the dumb bitch 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, three shots, four shots, all I 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 tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was
somebody hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire
And I just hit a pole, them some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they
It was a black
(Shit, the clique 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 to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck 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
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I never seen no shit like this is my before
are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in
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 some cum-wad from out the lot
Gets in an over 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 flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the shot go off

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I 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 bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran 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 he's shootin' it out
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his fifth

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

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

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

So one for the money, two's to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off