Luyện nghe bài hát 1 Shot 2 Shot

I told ya'll mothafuckas I was back
(Oh shit)
What now nigga, what
(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, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off

Security's gone I'm dropped in the
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 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 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 tryna slip through the and get to where my car is at
Bitches everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and

This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and
Sayin' she mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
But it's real and on and cats is gettin' killed
So I her and used 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 dumb bitch me
I through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope not too late

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 lickin' off

(I tryna 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 hit a pole, them niggas some hoes

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

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

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

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some cum-wad from out the lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin'
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 flyin' all over the place
Sprays one in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone even hear the first shot go off

I'm up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near it off
Thank God I'm alive, I find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von, he usually one on him

Wait a minute I I just 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 think he his wife

There she is on the bein' trampled
I go to her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
Goddamn, just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
My vest is barely able to it, it's too thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I deep
Bizarre's path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the
up and I seen 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, 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

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

That's right I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so 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 of shots to go)
(I wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
He to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

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