Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

Haha
[Ca$his:] Ca$his,
Yeah!
[Ca$his:] Mathers
C'MON!
[Ca$his:] Pistol poppin, get me nigga! (echoes)

(Chorus: Ca$his)
poppin, bodies droppin, layin all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors out
The police find that, what's sound?
While you layin on the ground with fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the with my hands on a gun
Cause 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
'fore you throw up sign if you even got one
I to bust niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you never did that
Go hard, no peace, I keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, a glock-40
Sniper at the car, story noting
it if you want beef, click-clack, wack 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 hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll my Christ-like abilities
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can serve
Especially anybody tryin to diss my Shady
[blam] G-Unit, 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 'bout my freedom cause for me to get even
Is e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, get me wrong
I love the finger and the claps into the song
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 down with anybody who's now
Better be with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say somethin about,
Cause I'm not in the mood to be around with dudes
I already 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 these
Fake-ass havin
please tell 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit their mouth
At 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who
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)