Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

Haha
[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 police find that, that sound?
While you layin on the ground with fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you got one
I used to bust niggaz open for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, I'm watched by the police
out patrolling, grab a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, 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 give a
Call up, Eminem, I gotta plead

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, Jesus
in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then on my enemies
been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
anybody tryin to diss my team 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 be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get
Is e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your
You a fake-ass gangsta, a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too 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 snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around their chest out
Just tryin to be down with anybody left now
be down with them, huh
But I dare bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
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 and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
don't let us come face to face with these 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 won't quit runnin 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
Dissin the South, isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even see anymore

(chorus x2)