Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the till they're dead with my magnum
might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to it
Now I got grip and keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big flop
didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis 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 will me
No one will me
No one will me
No one stop me

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

on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I on
I rock records, record at random
heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and get ripped 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 will me

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

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