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 that
While you layin on the ground with your 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 if you even got one
I used to bust niggaz heads for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, it at?
crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
out patrolling, grab 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 gotta plead

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I listen to my teachers
I'm the most hated alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife reveal my Christ-like abilities
Come back, then ride on my
been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you he, crazy G
And with the beat, I can serve 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
Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be
I ain't worried 'bout my 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:)
I just feel like there's too many pussies in rap
Shady (Ca$his) we push 'em to the back
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the snaps and the claps into the song
It's got a catch but come on man, the
We all gotta step our up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk with their chest out
Just to be down with anybody who's left now
Better be down them, huh
But I dare some bitch to say about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin with dudes
I already seen two 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
Fake-ass havin
Fif' please tell 'em right now how it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they won't quit runnin their mouth
At least there's a gun in it; son of a bitch!
We all got shooters, yeah these days who
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 even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)