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 it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's sound?
While you layin on the ground your fuckin brain out

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

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
back, then ride on my enemies
Never been of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And with 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 worried 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is worth e'rything, on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm at your pinkie
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, get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps the song
It's got a catch but on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; these lame fucks
Who walk with their chest out
Just tryin to be down anybody who's left now
be down with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say somethin about,
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin with dudes
I already seen two get shot in the head
And lay on the ground this and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
Please let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' please tell 'em right now how it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit their mouth
At least there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, these days who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I
Dissin the South, isn't what this is about
I so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)