Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

Haha
[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 it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that
While you layin on the ground your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk the door with my hands on a gun
niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you got one
I used to bust heads open for fun
Chase him down, him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, 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
Cops out patrolling, grab a
Sniper at the squad car, noting
Fuck it if you beef, click-clack, wack rap
straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my abilities
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And emerge the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the thing
So if you say them nigga 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 worried 'bout my cause for me to get even
Is e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my

(chorus x2)

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

(chorus x2)