Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats
Jealous 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 how to pimp 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 fl-fl-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 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, the wrath of the ice king

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

Why is that I
Why God shun
Why does my man try to run my
Why is that I
Why does God
Why does my man try to run my
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 son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I rock records, every at random
heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get and torn
To my
I'm wicked as a on a broom stick
I smash with one lick

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

You don't get a second
Cause and 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 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

Produced by robinson