Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I the blood spill 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 going off in a
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a stolen car
Had a small with the transmission

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

Because it's all high spirit, you you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, come near it
It's gonna getchya, gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, gonna 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 fire Louie like got bullets
I'm die harder like my kid Bruce Willis

I love girlies, 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 Orange going off on the town
I've got homeboys to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all words
Expressing my through my schizophrenic verse words

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