Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin'
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, 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, lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
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 muthafuckin'
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door
That's the sound of the
DJ House fucked around and got shot
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

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

I told her I'd be back and the dumb bitch 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 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

(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, you at?)
I'm on mile, what the fuck was that
Damn hit me from the back
(With car?)
With a gat 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 they drove
It was a black
(Shit, the clique 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 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, shots, all I hear 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 never seen no shit like is my life before
People are still camped out from the night
Sleepin' the door waitin' in line
Still tryna get the club to see D12 perform

The marshalls know, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall, three and some odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' lot
in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

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

Wait a minute I think I just saw
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, just 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 scoop
Follow path ran through it

And made it to the front door and on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right 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
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

It's Friday night came to this bitch,
Big ass to my and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay 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
Shot out the back of his 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 wanna know who's 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
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off