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
Who's the nigga the big mouth?
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off a lion's mouth
hype man sound like a bitch that switch

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

Walk in your session
Damage your crew in the vocal
With a thirty-inch Smith and
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your
All night a fucking bomb

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

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

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

See you on the Ferris wheel at Coney
I'm not be smiling
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,

your mailbox with peanut butter and jelly
With pickles from the
Black shoe polish on your glass
I'm ready and

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

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

your Chihuahuas
Ex-lax with a hot bowl of Quaker
Leaving the room, dropping bombs
On fur coat with a box kaboom

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

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

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

Talking to police men, a arm
And joined by a black and squad car
With binoculars you very 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,