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

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

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my abilities
back, then ride on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve
Especially tryin to diss my team Shady
G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say them punk 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 my freedom cause for me to get even
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 many in rap
(Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me
I love the finger snaps and the into the song
It's got a catch but on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who walk around with chest out
Just tryin to be with anybody who's left now
Better be down them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around dudes
I already seen two friends get in the head
And lay on the ground year and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
Please don't let us 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 won't quit runnin their 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 snaps and claps, I
Dissin the South, that isn't what is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see

(chorus x2)