Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
through the door 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 up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads 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 gotta keep, chrome
I sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I listen to my teachers
I'm the hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
back, then ride on my enemies
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
anybody 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 'bout my freedom 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 waste of my

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies 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 into the
It's got a catch but come on man, the
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who walk with their chest out
Just tryin to be down anybody who's left now
Better be down them, huh
But I dare some to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be 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 face with boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just quit runnin their 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)