Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their slit
cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no
On the strip, cause I how to pimp it
Now I got and suckers keep sinking 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 record `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 back on the map, with the wrath of the ice

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

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

Etch on a sketch on a like an architect
Now your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I rock records, every at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get
Thoughts and speakers get and torn
To my
I'm wicked as a on a broom stick
I smash bricks one lick

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

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

by ross robinson