Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
Cause a few need their throats slit
Jealous cause I multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I how to pimp it
Now I got and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big flop
Brother's didn't like your `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis you sold gold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
my rhyming spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

No one will me
No one will me
No one stop me
No one stop me
No one stop me
No one will me

Why is I disperse
Why does God
Why my man try to run my actions
Why is that I
Why God shun
Why does my man try to run my
It's my living
my living condition
It's my living
It's my condition

on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I on
I rock records, record at random
Flyin heads, as the get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom
I smash with one lick

No one stop me
No one will me
No one stop me

You don't get a chance
Cause and bring the scales in hand
the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You rock my bell so I broke them down
My snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my target
And as I through the valley of sin
I walk all you - my friends

Produced by robinson