Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, bigger
An in the chamber, the hammer from 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 rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a rage
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a car mission
Had a small with the transmission

Three on the tree in the of the night
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 it's all high spirit, you know you gotta it
Don't touch the mic baby, come near it
gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, it's getchya

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

Ultra violence be running my head
Medina, y'all 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 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 writing all words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic words

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