Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin'
(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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done messed around and 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
screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and is gettin' killed
So I her and used 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 bitch believed 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, 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

(I been tryna 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 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 black
(Shit, that's the 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 mood to strut, my AK even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em through the wall
Before could even hear 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 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 haulin' ass, I think he his wife

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 again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

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

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

It's Friday night to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm 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 of his truck is up in this mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna know drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off