Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting
An in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the 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 off in a rage
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 fist
comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought those on the street, and you know you got had

Because it's all spirit, you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, come near it
It's gonna getchya, it's gonna
It's getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya

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

Ultra be running through my head
Cold Medina, y'all me see red
fire Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die 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 like the Son of Sam

I am like Orange going off on the town
got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse

You're a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free
You're looking for a fist to put your in
Get hip slip knuckle heads
Racism is on the serious tip