Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the spill out
He had more than my man Chuck Chillout

24 is my age, and 22 is my
I'm writing on a page, I'm going off in a rage
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a stolen car
Had a small with the transmission

Three on the in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, the good with the bad
You those coins on the street, and you know you got had

Because it's all high spirit, you know you hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, don't come it
gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna

down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a
Getting paid, getting

Ultra violence be through my head
Cold Medina, y'all me see red
Rapid fire Louie Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die harder like my kid Bruce

I love girlies, and milking
Coordinating chicks is my man Dave
destiny is who I am
You got your on the trigger like the Son of Sam

I am like Clockwork going off on the town
I've got bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic words

a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
You're looking for a to put your face in
Get hip don't slip heads
is schism on the serious tip