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 hammer 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 problem with the transmission

on the tree in the middle of the night
I have steak on my head 'cause 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 the mic baby, don't 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
Getting paid, rich

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

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

I am Clockwork Orange going off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all words
Expressing my through 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 knuckle
Racism is on the serious tip