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 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 car mission
Had a problem with the transmission

Three on the tree in the middle of the
I have this steak on my head I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, take the with the bad
You those coins on the street, and you know you got had

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

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

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

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

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

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