Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

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

24 is my age, and 22 is my
I'm rhymes on a page, I'm going 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 I got into a fist fight
comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought those on the street, and you know you got had

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

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

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

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

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

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