Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

Haha
[Ca$his:] Ca$his,
Yeah!
[Ca$his:] Mathers
C'MON!
[Ca$his:] poppin, come 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, what's sound?
While you layin on the ground with fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
you throw up your sign if you even got one
I used to niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, 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, chrome
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
Sniper at the squad car, story
it if you want beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody 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
you in O.C., and in the bag you'll 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, what a of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me
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 game up; especially these fucks
Who walk around their chest out
Just tryin to be with anybody who's left now
be down with them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin with dudes
I already seen two friends get in the head
And lay on the ground this year and, one didn't it
Proof, you are the
Please don't let us come face to face these 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
Dissin the South, that what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see

(chorus x2)