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)
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, layin all
You thought it was a game, now the callin out
The police find that, what's sound?
While you layin on the with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door with my on a gun
niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
'fore you throw up your sign if you got one
I to bust niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, 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 squad car, noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
Tossed straps before, I'm out of here,
Militant in a sense, I really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't to my teachers
I'm the most nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
back, then ride on my enemies
Never been 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 same
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 worried 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 gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too many in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the
Move 'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me
I love the snaps and the claps into the song
got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these fucks
Who walk around their chest out
Just tryin to be down with anybody who's now
Better be down them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the to be playin around 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 don't let us face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' please 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But just won't 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, isn't what this is about
I just so of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)