Luyện nghe bài hát Live

South Bronx, New

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,

I heard CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the with the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound like a that switch

niggas need to be around when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas acting wild like homo
But trying to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a 'em a permanent suntan

Walk in your studio
your crew in the vocal booth
With a Smith and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom your girl
All night with a bomb

I'm a the tattoos off all these MCs
Let me make a sandwich with government cheese
Uncle Black got a new
When them booty kids show up we gone blast ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking dust
I'm a send Lou with a bazooka
Blow smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Classic
I got a wig on them, boys ain't gon' recognize all four of us

Jay and John with cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, what the fuck y'all about?
I'm moving a different
Grab the from under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Island
I'm not gon' be
waiting for your ass
Y'all gon' see my face, a mask

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,

Smearing your with peanut butter and jelly
pickles from the deli
Black polish on your glass table
I'm and able

Going on the when the pay-per-view fight come on
off the cable, harass you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your stool
While you scream you''

I'm across the eating Popeye's Cajun rice
In a wagon with hot beans
Taking a coffee break in the house

Giving your
Ex-lax with a hot of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, bombs
On your fur coat a box kaboom

Watching the Mets shit
On your TV sets in the
You won't be able to watch a
With remote for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the is gritty
starting to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet nine hundred bucks
Or credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the main
I'm you with a leather coat that looks similar to yours
Fuck you, you looking at me, I'm a start behind you
Act I'm pantomiming you

to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and white car
With binoculars watching you far
up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,