Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

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

(Ca$his:)
through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you throw up your if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he 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 keep, chrome heat
I sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
Sniper at the squad car, noting
it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
Come back, then on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same
So if you say them punk you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be
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 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 into the song
It's got a catch but on man, the raps
We all step our game up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around with their out
tryin to be down with anybody who's left 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 shot in the
And lay on the ground this year and, one make it
Proof, you are the
Please don't let us come face to 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 won't quit runnin their mouth
At least there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these who doesn't?
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
the South, that isn't what this is about
I just so of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)