Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till dead with my magnum
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big flop
Brother's didn't like your `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you sold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice my djs on the slice
ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

No one will me
No one stop me
No one will me
No one stop me
No one will me
No one stop me

Why is I disperse
Why does God
Why does my man try to run my
Why is I disperse
Why God shun
Why does my man try to run my
my living condition
It's my condition
It's my living
It's my living

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the I stand on
I rock records, record at random
heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and get ripped and torn
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom
I smash bricks one lick

No one stop me
No one will me
No one stop me

You don't get a chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's
You wanna my bell so I broke them down
My snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

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