Luyện nghe bài hát Pistol Poppin

(guns then one gunshot)

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

(Chorus: Ca$his)
Pistol poppin, bodies droppin, all around
You it was a game, now the neighbors callin out
The police find that, that sound?
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, back and pop one
'fore you up your sign if you even got one
I used to niggaz heads open for fun
Chase him down, stomp him out, if he to run
I could packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at?
crack, real cat, you ain't never did that
Go hard, no peace, I gotta keep, chrome
I don't sleep, I'm watched by the police
Cops out patrolling, a glock-40
Sniper at the squad car, 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 give a
Call up, Eminem, I gotta innocent

(chorus)

(Ca$his:)
in my sneakers, I ain't listen to my teachers
I'm the most nigga alive, since Jesus
Maybe in the afterlife they'll reveal my Christ-like
Come back, then ride on my
been afraid of beef, metals of my bravery
War situations got you sayin he, G
And with the beat, I can serve anything
Especially anybody tryin to diss my Shady
[blam] G-Unit, the same thing
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 ain't worried my freedom cause for me to get even
Is e'rything, it's on B.B.G.N.
I you folk, I'm lookin at your pinkie
You a gangsta, what a waste of my scenery

(chorus x2)

(Eminem:)
Maybe I just like there's too many pussies in rap
(Ca$his) we gotta push 'em to the back
Move 'em along, 'em aside, don't get me wrong
I love the finger snaps and the into the song
It's got a but come on man, the raps
We all gotta step our up; especially these lame fucks
Who around 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 around dudes
I already seen two friends get in the head
And lay on the ground this and, one didn't make it
Proof, you are the
Please let us come face to face with these boo-boo-hoo
tattooed havin
Fif' tell 'em right now how hard 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 who doesn't?
And as far as the and claps, I wasn't
Dissin the South, isn't what this is about
I so sick of the beef, I don't even wanna see anymore

(chorus x2)