Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns cocking one gunshot)

Haha
[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 it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, what's sound?
you layin on the ground with your fuckin brain out

(Ca$his:)
Walk the door with my hands on a gun
Cause niggaz 'round wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step and pop one
you throw up your sign if you even got one
I to bust niggaz heads open for fun
him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run
I flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
Slung crack, real cat, you ain't never did
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I don't sleep, homie I'm by the police
Cops out patrolling, grab a
at the squad car, story noting
Fuck it if you beef, click-clack, wack rap
Tossed before, I'm out of here, homie
in a sense, I don't really give a shit
Call up, Eminem, I plead innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
Sixteenth in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my
I'm the most hated nigga alive, since
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my abilities
back, then ride on my enemies
Never afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And emerge with the beat, I can anything
Especially tryin to diss my team Shady
[blam] G-Unit, Aftermath the same
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 be leaving
I ain't worried 'bout my cause 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 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
'em along, push 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the claps the song
It's got a catch but come on man, the
We all gotta step our up; especially these lame fucks
Who walk around with their out
Just tryin to be down with anybody who's now
Better be with them, huh
But I some bitch to say somethin about, Eminem
Cause I'm not in the mood to be playin with dudes
I already seen two friends get shot in the
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 tell 'em now how hard it has been
For me to try and, out it
But they just quit runnin their 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 what this is
I just so of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)