Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here ask where I'm from
I up my signs, step back and pop one
'fore you throw up sign if you even got one
I used to bust heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did
Go hard, no peace, I keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, story
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a
up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then 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 anybody tryin to my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, the same thing
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 be leaving
I ain't '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 fake-ass gangsta, a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me
I love the finger snaps and the into the song
It's got a but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially lame fucks
Who walk with their chest out
Just to be down with anybody who's left now
be down with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say 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 this year 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 havin
Fif' please tell 'em 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 days who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I
the South, that isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even see anymore

(chorus x2)