Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the comin'

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', shot 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 around and got shot
I done messed and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab 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 everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
she didn't mean 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 her I'd be right back 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, shots, four 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

(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the 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 know but I can tell you what 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 to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck hoes up

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 never seen no shit like this is my before
People are 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 odd fans
And cum-wad 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 aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays 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 havin' a tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun
And the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him

a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I not, what 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 grab her up by the damn hand but I can't 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 do it, I scoop deep
Follow path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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

It's Friday came to this bitch, right
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
Although I can't here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

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

So one shot for the money, two's to the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of 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
This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off