Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door with my on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round wanna ask where I'm from
I up my signs, step back and pop one
'fore you throw up your if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where 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
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really a shit
up, Eminem, I gotta plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I listen to my teachers
I'm the hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my abilities
back, then 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 anything
Especially anybody to diss my team Shady
G-Unit, Aftermath the same thing
So if you say punk 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 ain't worried 'bout my cause for me to get even
Is worth e'rything, on B.B.G.N.
I son'd you folk, I'm lookin at your
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too many in rap
(Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, '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 our game up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk with their chest out
Just tryin to be down with anybody left now
be down 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 friends get shot in the
And lay on the ground this year and, one make it
Proof, you are the
Please don't let us face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
tattooed havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how 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 who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I
Dissin the South, that isn't what this is
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even see anymore

(chorus x2)