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, 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

gone 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'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people all over the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the sound of the
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab 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 ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I her and used her body 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 squeezed through the back and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I it's not too late

One shot, two shot, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, 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
Damn somebody hit me the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my flat
And I hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black
(Shit, the clique we beefin' wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a today
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK 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 where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

I seen no shit 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 club to see D12

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
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 the door
Into St. hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the
Before anyone could hear the first shot go off

I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I 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 think he left his

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 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 made it to the front door and on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' 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
is where 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 left and Desert Eagle to my
I ain't come in this 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 for tryna check when I get in
Swift me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to the show
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna 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, shots, four 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