Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer 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 problem the transmission

on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fight
Life 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 hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, come near it
It's gonna getchya, it's getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, gonna getchya

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

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

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

I am like Clockwork 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 headless chicken chasin' a sucker basin
You're looking for a to put your face in
Get hip don't slip heads
is schism on the serious tip