Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip the exit and get to where my car is at
screamin' 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 to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a 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 back 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 is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, 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, the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some

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

me I'm leavin' a caucus today
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even
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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

The fire marshalls know, the too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd
And some from out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a 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. hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before could even hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta 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 saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I he left his wife

she is on the ground bein' trampled
I go to her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's 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 Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his fifth

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

Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my
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 poppin' tonight

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

So one for the money, two's to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just wanna know 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off