Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ fucked around and got shot
I done messed and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
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 back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the door and made 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
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

(I been call 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 you what they 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 to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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

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

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some from 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 away's the
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 anyone even hear the first shot 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 is Von, he usually tucks one on him

a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, just 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 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 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 left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in this 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 I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a in the neck for tryna check when I get in
told 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 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, four shots, all I hear is
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off