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 [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's mouth
Your hype man sound a bitch that switch

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

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

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 show up we blast their ass off

be mean mugging wide eyed smoking that dust
I'm a send Lou with a bazooka
Blow 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 John with fifty cousins the Bolding family
We roll and amp G, the fuck y'all talking about?
I'm moving a different
the carbines from under the couch

See you on the wheel at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be
Magnum waiting for ass
Y'all gon' see my face, fuck a

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 butter and jelly
With pickles the deli
Black shoe on your glass table
I'm ready and

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

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

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

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 green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give wallet with nine hundred bucks
Or your credit to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street by the main avenue
I'm passing you a leather 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 men, chewing a arm
And by a black and white 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,