Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood out
He had more cuts than my man Chillout

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

Three on the tree in the middle of the
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got a fist fight
Life in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought coins on the street, and you know you got had

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

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

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

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

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

You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker basin
You're for a fist to put your face in
Get hip slip knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the tip