Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then 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, layin all
You it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's that
While you on the ground with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause 'round 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 bust niggaz open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he to run
I could packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my abilities
Come back, then on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same
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 you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too many in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta 'em to the back
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps the song
got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who around with their chest out
Just tryin to be down with 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 face to with these boo-boo-hoo
tattooed havin
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 '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 isn't what this is
I just so of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)