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 from the trigger
I him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had cuts than my man Chuck Chillout

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

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

Because it's all 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 gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna

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

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

I girlies, waxing and milking
Coordinating 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 bonanza to beat your ass down
I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse

You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free
You're looking for a fist to put your in
Get hip don't slip knuckle
Racism is on the serious tip