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, 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, somebody's lickin' off

Security's gone I'm in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my 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 all over the floor
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's
the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked and got shot
I done messed around and my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex

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

This chick is onto me sobbin' and sighin'
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin'
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin'
So I hugged her and used her 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 believed me
I squeezed the back door and made my escape
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 tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
I'm on seven mile, what the was that
Damn hit me from the back
(With car?)
a gat nigga and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them some hoes

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

me I'm leavin' 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' these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, 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, somebody's shots off

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

The fire know, the venue's too small
are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
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 flyin' all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the shot go off

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

Wait a minute I think I saw Bizarre
No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I saw him run so fast in my life
at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I pull her
Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit
My is barely able 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 Swift it out
But I can't see who he's it out with
But right 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, somebody's shots off

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

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

So one shot for the money, to stop the show
for the bartender
(There's plenty of to go)
(I just 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 hear is
This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off