Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

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

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

(Ca$his:)
through the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round 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 niggaz heads open for fun
him down, stomp 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 keep, chrome heat
I don't sleep, homie I'm watched by the
Cops out patrolling, a glock-40
at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you want beef, click-clack, rap
straps before, I'm out of here, homie
Militant in a sense, I don't really a shit
Call up, Eminem, I gotta innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the hated nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
Come back, ride on my enemies
Never been afraid of beef, metals of my
War got you sayin he, crazy G
And emerge the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to 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
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag be leaving
I worried 'bout my freedom 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, a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we push '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 catch but on man, the raps
We all gotta step our game up; especially these lame
Who walk around their chest out
Just tryin to be down with anybody who's now
Better be with them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say about, Eminem
I'm not in the mood to be playin 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
Please don't let us come face to face with these
Fake-ass tattooed
Fif' tell 'em right now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just won't quit runnin 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, that isn't this is about
I just so of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)