Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the
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 rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a rage
I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a problem with the transmission

Three on the tree in the of the night
I have this 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 all high spirit, you know you gotta hear it
Don't touch the mic baby, don't near it
It's getchya, it's gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, it's getchya

Looking the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a
Getting paid, rich

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

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

I am like Clockwork Orange 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 aggressions through my schizophrenic words

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