Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

Security's I'm dropped 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 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 of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' me sobbin' and sighin'
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 her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she's
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right 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
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

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

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can you what they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, the clique 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 tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we fuck these hoes up

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

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

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

Missed who aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first 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 is Von, he usually tucks one on him

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

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there just went another bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I do it, I scoop deep
Follow path ran through it

And made it to the front and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But right behind him squeezin' 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, 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 ain't come in bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

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

So one for the money, two's 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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off