Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got
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 slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is clingin' onto me and sighin'
Sayin' she mean 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 body as a shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my
I ran and got my 38, I hope not too late

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near 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 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 bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't her
Goddamn, there just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow path ran through it

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

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

It's night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm niggas tonight

That's bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the 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, to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's a black Mitsubishi)
He to run so Proof shot him in the knee 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, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off