Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, back and pop one
'fore you throw up your if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads for fun
Chase him down, him out, if he tried to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't 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 beef, click-clack, wack rap
straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I 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 they'll reveal my abilities
Come back, then 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 tryin to diss 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 you'll be
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 like there's too many in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we push 'em to the back
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps the song
got a catch but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who walk around with their out
Just tryin to be down with anybody who's now
be down with them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin around 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 these boo-boo-hoo
tattooed havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how hard it has
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit runnin 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
Dissin the South, that what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see

(chorus x2)