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, all around
You thought it was a game, now the neighbors out
The police find that, what's that
While you layin on the ground your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk through the door with my on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
'fore you throw up your if you even got one
I used to bust heads open for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could 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 car, story 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
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 they'll reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my
War situations got you sayin he, G
And with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially tryin to diss my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same
So if you say them 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 freedom for me to get even
Is worth e'rything, on B.B.G.N.
I you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a fake-ass gangsta, what a waste of my

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just feel like there's too pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we gotta 'em to the back
Move 'em along, 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps into the
It's got a but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who around with their chest out
Just tryin to be down with who's left now
Better be down them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be around with dudes
I already two friends get shot in the head
And lay on the ground year and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
don't let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
Fake-ass havin
Fif' please 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't runnin their mouth
At 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah days who doesn't?
And as far as the snaps and claps, I
Dissin the South, isn't what this is about
I just so sick of the beef, I don't wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)