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, 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

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 save my life
Oh shit, the comin'

hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked and got shot
I done around 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 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 chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and used her as a human shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

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

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

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

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a 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, three shots, four shots, all I 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 no shit like this is my life before
are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin' outside the door in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the
St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
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 right by my ear damn 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 I just saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so in my life
Look at him ass, I think he left his wife

she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just another 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 scoop
Follow path ran through it

And it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I Swift shootin' it out
But I can't see who shootin' it out with
But right behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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

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

That's right bitches I'm with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
Third's for the
(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 knee wit a piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear 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