Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood out
He had more than my man Chuck Chillout

24 is my age, and 22 is my
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm going off in a
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a car mission
Had a small problem with the

on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought those on the street, and you know you got had

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

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

Ultra violence be running through my
Cold Medina, making me see red
Rapid Louie like Rambo got bullets
I'm gonna die harder 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 trigger the Son of Sam

I am like Clockwork Orange off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all curse
Expressing my aggressions through my verse 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
Racism is schism on the tip