Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm down the hill, snowballing, getting 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 Chillout

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 small problem the transmission

Three on the in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got a fist fight
comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought those coins on the street, and you you got had

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

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

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

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

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

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