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, layin all
You thought it was a game, now the callin out
The police find that, that sound?
While you layin on the with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here ask where I'm from
I up my signs, step back 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 flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I keep, chrome heat
I sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
Sniper at the squad car, noting
it if you want 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 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 got you sayin he, crazy 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 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:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too many in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta 'em to the back
'em along, push 'em aside, don't 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 up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around their chest out
tryin to be down with anybody who's left now
Better be with them, huh
But I dare some 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 year and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
Please don't let us come face to face these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' tell 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just 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 and claps, I wasn't
Dissin the South, that isn't what this is
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see

(chorus x2)