Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll I was comin' back
(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 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, about your wife?)
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm 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. Andrew's
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

chick 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 cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and used her body as a shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and my escape
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, somebody's shots off

(I been tryna 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 tire
And I just hit a pole, niggas some hoes

(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

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma park my car and the rest of the way
I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
meet you at the club, we gon' 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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the 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 aimin' for six away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the
Before anyone could even hear the shot go off

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually 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
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

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

And it to the front door 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, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

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

So one shot for the money, 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
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off