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 him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill 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
Becuase I'm out on a mission, a car mission
Had a small problem with the

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

Because it's all high spirit, you you gotta hear it
Don't the mic baby, don't 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, making me see red
Rapid fire Louie like got bullets
I'm gonna die harder my kid Bruce Willis

I love girlies, waxing and
Coordinating is my man Dave Scilkin
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
I've got homeboys to beat your ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk, and I be writing all words
Expressing my aggressions my schizophrenic verse words

You're a headless chasin' a sucker free basin
You're for a fist to put your face in
Get hip don't slip heads
is schism on the serious tip