Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers their throats slit
Jealous cause I went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no
On the strip, I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big flop
Brother's didn't like your record `cause it hip hop hop
But this a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king

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

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

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme an architect
Now watch your back son, you might 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 get ripped and torn
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom
I smash bricks with one

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

You don't get a second
and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's
You wanna rock my bell so I broke down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull
And you ain't but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

Produced by robinson