Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

[Eminem:]
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 police find that, what's sound?
you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door with my on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm
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 packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I sleep, homie I'm watched 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 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 listen to my teachers
I'm the hated nigga alive, since Jesus
in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And emerge 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
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 worth e'rything, on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too 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
It's got a catch but come on man, the
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 dare some bitch to say about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around dudes
I seen two friends get shot in the head
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 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit runnin their
At least 'til 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
the South, that isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see

(chorus x2)