Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

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 shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier and she cryin'
But real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her as a human shield
And she got hit now she's
(Don't me)

I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch me
I through the back 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 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 been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was
somebody hit me from the back
(With car?)
a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some

(Is you hit?)
I don't know but I can tell you what they
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, the clique we beefin' 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 tucked
meet 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
People are still camped out 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
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' lot
Gets in an over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and a few of 'em off

who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all the place
one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone even hear the first 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 gotta find
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 saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I he left his wife

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, there just went another bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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

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

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

So one for the money, two's 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 him in the knee 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