Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin'
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, 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
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about 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 tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
the sound of the glock
Even DJ fucked around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she
But it's real and on and cats is gettin' killed
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 bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and my escape
I ran and got my 38, I it's 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, 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 was that
Damn somebody hit me 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, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and odd fans
And some from out the parkin' 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 away's the
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the
Sprays one bitch in the face, one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone even hear the first shot go off

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

Wait a minute I think I just saw
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 he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein'
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I 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 see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, 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, somebody's shots 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
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm niggas tonight

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

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