Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you up your sign if you even got one
I used to bust heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he to run
I could packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you 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 car, story noting
Fuck it if you beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really give a
up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
Come back, then ride on my
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my team
[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
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag be leaving
I worried 'bout my freedom 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 waste of my

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a catch but on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially lame fucks
Who walk with their chest out
Just tryin to be down anybody who's left now
Better be with them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
I'm not in the mood to be playin around 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 with boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' please tell 'em right now how it has been
For me to try and, out it
But just won't quit runnin their mouth
At 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, these days who doesn't?
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
Dissin the South, that isn't this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)