Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

Rolling down the hill snowballing getting
An explosion in the chamber the hammer from the
I him get stabbed I watched the blood spill out
He had cuts than my man Chuck chill out

24 is my age 22 is my
rhymes on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car
Had a little with the transmission
3 on the tree in the middle of the

I this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases take the good the bad
You bought those on the street and you got had
It's all high you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic don't come near it

It's gonna get you, gonna get you
It's gonna get you, gonna get you

down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch, getting paid rich
Ultra running through my head
Fuzzy navel making me see red

fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce
I love girlie's waxing and milking
Got more excuses my man Dave Scilkin

Predetermined is who I am
You got your on the trigger like the Son of Sam
I am Clockwork Orange going off on the town
I've got posse bonanza to your ass down

I'm mad at my and I'm writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my verse words
You're a chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
Looking for a fist to put face in
Get hip don't slip knuckle heads racism is schism on the tip