Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

[Eminem:]
[Ca$his:] Ca$his,
Yeah!
[Ca$his:] King
C'MON!
[Ca$his:] poppin, come get me nigga! (echoes)

(Chorus: Ca$his)
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors out
The police find that, that sound?
While you on the ground with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you up your sign if you even got one
I used to niggaz heads open for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story
it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here,
Militant in a sense, I don't really a shit
up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
back, then ride on my enemies
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve
Especially anybody to diss my team Shady
G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me you see me
you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving
I ain't 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is worth e'rything, on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me
I love the finger snaps and the into the song
It's got a but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially lame fucks
Who around with their chest out
Just tryin to be down with who's left now
Better be down them, huh
But I dare bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin with dudes
I already seen two get shot in the head
And lay on the ground this year and, one didn't it
Proof, you are the
don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass havin
Fif' please 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they won't quit runnin their mouth
At least there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
the South, that isn't what this is about
I so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)