Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm rolling the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the 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 going off in a
I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem the transmission

Three on the tree in the of the night
I have this steak on my head 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 the mic baby, don't come near it
It's gonna getchya, gonna getchya
gonna getchya, girl, it's gonna getchya

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

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

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

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

a headless chicken chasin' a sucker free basin
You're looking for a fist to put face in
Get hip don't knuckle heads
Racism is schism on the tip