Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel of a Gun

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

24 is my age 22 is my
Writing on a page going off in a rage
Out on a mission a stolen car
Had a problem with the transmission
3 on the tree in the of the night

I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fight
Life comes in phases take the with the bad
You bought those coins on the and you got had
It's all high spirit you know you gotta it
Don't touch the mic baby don't near it

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

Looking the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch, paid getting rich
violence running through my head
Fuzzy y'all making me see red

Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got
I'm a gonna die like my kid Bruce Willis
Drummond I love waxing and milking
Got more excuses than 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
got posse bonanza to beat your ass down

I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all words
Expressing my aggressions my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free
for a fist to put your face in
Get hip slip knuckle heads racism is schism on the serious tip