Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Down The Barrel Of Gun

I'm rolling the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the spill out
He had more cuts than my man 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 problem with the transmission

Three on the tree in the middle of the
I this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, take the good 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 touch the mic baby, come near it
gonna getchya, it's gonna getchya
It's gonna getchya, girl, it's getchya

Looking the barrel 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 die harder like 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 trigger the Son of Sam

I am like Clockwork Orange going off on the
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 looking for a fist to put face in
Get hip don't slip knuckle
Racism is on the serious tip