Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

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

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

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

Because all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it
Don't the mic baby, don't come near it
gonna getchya, it's 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 be running through my head
Cold Medina, making me see red
Rapid Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die like my kid Bruce Willis

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

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

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