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 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 writing rhymes on a page, I'm off in a rage
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a car mission
Had a small problem with the

on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fight
Life comes in phases, the good with the bad
You those coins 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, don't come it
It's 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
Getting paid, rich

Ultra be running through my head
Cold Medina, y'all me see red
fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die harder like my kid Willis

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

I am like Clockwork going off on the town
I've got homeboys 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 free basin
You're looking for a to put your face in
Get hip don't slip knuckle
is schism on the serious tip