Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the
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 problem with the transmission

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

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

Looking down the of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a
Getting paid, rich

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

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

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

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