Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

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

Bitches hollerin', runnin', people shot all over the floor
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 and forgot my tec
I don't see but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm tryna slip the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin' everywhere and is wildin'
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 hugged her and used her body as a shield
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 it's not too

One shot, two shot, shots, four 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

(I been call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me the back
(With car?)
With a gat nigga and my flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas hoes

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

Believe me I'm a caucus today
park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even
meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up

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

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

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

Missed who he's aimin' for six away's the door
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came the wall
Before anyone could even 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
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And the fuck is Von, he usually 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
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he his wife

she is on the ground 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 able to handle it, too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow Bizarre's path ran it

And made it to the door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift it out
But I can't see who shootin' it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four

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

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

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

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
Third's for the
(There's plenty of to go)
(I wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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