Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, 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, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off

Security's I'm dropped in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, what about wife?)
Nigga my wife, I'm tryin' 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. door
That's the of the glock
Even DJ fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see but Fab Five 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 jokin' and

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

I told her I'd be right back and the bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my
I ran and got my 38, I hope not too late

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

(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, 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 what they
It was a black
(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 the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't tucked
meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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

I never seen no shit this is my life before
People are still out from the night before
outside the door waitin' in line
Still get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue's too
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' lot
Gets in an argument over a 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 flyin' all the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em through the wall
Before anyone even 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 Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually 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 ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein'
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there went another damn 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 path ran it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen shootin' it out
But I can't see who shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his 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, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

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

That's right I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna when I get in
Swift told me to him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his 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 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, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off