Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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 shots off

Security's gone I'm in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what your wife?)
fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot all over the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

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

I her I'd be right 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm a caucus today
park my car and walk 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 these up

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 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 the club to see D12 perform

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

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

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
Bullet right by my ear damn near 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 not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there went another damn 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
Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out
But Denaun's behind him squeezin' his four 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, somebody's lickin' off

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
I can't 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 the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
for the bartender
(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, 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, lickin' shots off