Luyện nghe bài hát One Shot 2 Shot

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

Proof, the projects,

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

gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun
(Nigga, about your wife?)
Nigga my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Oh shit, the shooter's

Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the
And I'm ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
That's the of the glock
DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done around and forgot my tec
I see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

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

This is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she mean to diss 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 she's
(Don't me)

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

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I 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

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

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

Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus
I'ma my car and walk the rest 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 hoes up

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

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

The fire marshalls know, the too small
People are to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad out the parkin' lot
in an argument over a parkin' spot
Decides to pull his gun out and 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 over the
Sprays one bitch in the face, 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
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the is Von, he usually tucks one on him

a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
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 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, there just went damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is able to handle it, it's too thin
If I get hit I can't do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre's ran through it

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

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, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off

It's Friday 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 in this bitch to fight
Although I stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight

right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a in the neck 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 truck is up in mothafucka

So one shot for the money, two's to stop the
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 three

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