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

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

Walk in your studio
Damage your in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch Smith and
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing girl
All night with a bomb

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

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

Jay and John fifty cousins from the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a route
Grab the carbines under the couch

See you on the Ferris wheel at Island
I'm not gon' be
Magnum for your ass
gon' see my face, fuck 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 mailbox with peanut and jelly
With pickles the deli
Black shoe polish on your glass
I'm ready and

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

I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun
In a station wagon hot beans
Taking a break back in the house

Giving Chihuahuas
with a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping
On your fur coat a box kaboom

Watching the Mets shit
On your TV in the shower
You be able to watch a program
With controls for seventy hours

Check out your ribs, the screen is gritty
Everybody's to look green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet with hundred bucks
Or credit card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

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

Talking to men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and squad car
binoculars watching you very far
What's up

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,