Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round 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 niggaz heads for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the car, story noting
it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here,
Militant in a sense, I don't give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve
Especially tryin to diss my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same
So if you say punk 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 worried '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 pinkie
You a gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

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

(chorus x2)