Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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 lickin' off

gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the comin'

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

This 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 back and the dumb bitch believed 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 hear is
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 call you all day, mothafucka, you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was
Damn somebody hit me the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas hoes

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
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 fuck 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
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

I seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still out from the night before
Sleepin' the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get inside the to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the too small
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' 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 feet 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 the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first go off

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn shot it off
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually 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 in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert 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' niggas

That's right I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the that
out the back 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 know who's drivin' a Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof him in the knee wit a three piece

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, somebody's shots off