Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
now nigga, what now?
(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, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's I'm dropped in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about 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 over the
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab 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
screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and used her as a human shield
And she got hit now she's
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I it's 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, somebody's lickin' 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 hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black
(Shit, that's the we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a 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 gon' fuck 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 lickin' off

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

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

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

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

Wait a 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 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 able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit I can't 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 seen Swift 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, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

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

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