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 with the big
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a mouth
Your hype man sound like a bitch that

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

in your studio session
Damage your crew in the booth
With a thirty-inch and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing girl
All night with a fucking

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

Niggas be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that
I'm a send Tony Lou a bazooka
smoke in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys gon' recognize all four of us

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

See you on the wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be
Magnum for your ass
Y'all 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 peanut butter and jelly
With from the deli
Black polish on your glass table
I'm ready and

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

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

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

the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the
You won't be able to a program
With remote controls for hours

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

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

Talking to men, chewing a arm
And joined by a and white squad car
With binoculars watching you 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,