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 head till they're 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 suckers sinking in my quicksand
ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big flop
Brother's didn't like your record it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, the wrath of the ice king

No one will me
No one will me
No one will 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 I disperse
Why God shun
Why my man try to run my actions
It's my condition
It's my condition
my living condition
It's my living

Etch on a on a rhyme 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, record at random
heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and get ripped and torn
To my
I'm as a witch on a broom stick
I smash bricks one lick

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

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

Produced by robinson