Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk 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 throw up sign if you even got one
I used to bust heads open for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't did that
Go hard, no peace, I keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, I'm watched by the police
out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, noting
Fuck it if you beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here,
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a
Call up, Eminem, I gotta innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And with the beat, I can serve anything
anybody 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
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag be leaving
I worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm at your pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my

(chorus x2)

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

(chorus x2)