Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll 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
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about wife?)
fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save 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
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab 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
screamin' everywhere and niggas 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 earlier and she
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
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 right back and the dumb bitch me
I squeezed through the 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 hear is
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can you what they drove
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 mood to strut, my AK ain't tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck hoes up

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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 shots off

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the
Into St. hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one in the face, another 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
wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And where the fuck is Von, he tucks one on him

a minute I think I just 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 bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

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

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, 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 this to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas

That's right bitches I'm with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check 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 for the money, two's to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just wanna know who's a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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