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)
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all
You thought it was a game, now the 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 my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask I'm from
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads 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, heat
I sleep, homie I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't give a shit
up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated nigga alive, Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife reveal my Christ-like abilities
back, then ride on my enemies
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
Especially anybody tryin to my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the thing
So if you say punk nigga you say me
I be in L.A. G, get at me you see me
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my cause for me to get even
Is e'rything, it's 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 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 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 fucks
Who walk around with their out
Just tryin to be down with anybody who's now
Better be with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around dudes
I already seen two get shot 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 with these
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' please '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 days who
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
Dissin the South, that isn't what is about
I so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)