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)
poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors out
The find that, what's that sound?
While you layin on the ground with your brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the with my hands on a gun
Cause 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
'fore you throw up your if you even got one
I used to niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, him out, if he tried 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 sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, a glock-40
at the squad car, story 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 really give a
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll my Christ-like abilities
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially tryin to diss 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
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be
I ain't worried 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 your
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we push 'em to the back
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the
got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta our game up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around their chest out
Just tryin to be down anybody who's left now
be down with them, huh
But I dare bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the
And lay on the this 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 havin
Fif' please 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit runnin mouth
At least 'til a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, these days who doesn't?
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
Dissin the South, isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)