Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was back
(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
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all the floor
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House around and got shot
I done around and forgot 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 exit and get to my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is
Two ago we was all jokin' and smilin'

This chick is onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
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 believed me
I squeezed through the back and made 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, 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
somebody hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some

(Is you hit?)
I don't but I can tell you what they drove
It was a Mitsubishi
(Shit, that's the clique we wit)
Man and I was on my way

Believe me I'm leavin' a today
I'ma my car and walk the rest 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, shots, all I hear is gunshots
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
outside the door waitin' in line
Still get inside the club to see D12 perform

The marshalls 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 over a spot
to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who he's for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the 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 up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he tucks one on him

Wait a 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 think he his wife

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

And it to the front 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 Denaun's behind him squeezin' his four fifth

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, somebody's lickin' off

It's night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I 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
a bouncer in the neck 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, to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's of shots to go)
(I wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the wit a three piece

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