Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was back
(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, bodies drop, hit the floor, 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, what your 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 the floor
And I'm tryin' ta it to the St. Andrew's 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)
niggas is trippin'
(Where's at?)
I'm slip 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'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a shield
And she got hit now yellin'
(Don't me)

I her I'd be right back and the dumb 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, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots
is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

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

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

Believe me I'm a caucus today
I'ma park my car and 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 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, everybody hit the door, somebody's shots off

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

The fire 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 argument over a spot
Decides to his gun out and let's a few of 'em off

Missed who aimin' for six feet away's the door
St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
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 damn shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find
And where the is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I 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, just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Follow path ran through it

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

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
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots 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 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 bouncer in the neck for 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, two's to stop the
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three

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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off