Luyện nghe bài hát 1 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, 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

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

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
That's the of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got
I messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see but Fab Five and Hex

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

This chick is clingin' me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and 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 door and my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too

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, lickin' shots off

(I tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where 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 tire
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
I'ma park my car and walk the of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these 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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

I seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the before
Sleepin' outside the door in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
People are to wall, three 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 aimin' for six feet away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays all over the place
Sprays one in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
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 near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw
No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to grab her up by the 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 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 seen Swift it out
But I see who he's shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him his four fifth

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

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

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

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
Third's for the
(There's of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof 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
stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off