Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I multi-platinum
Now I'm blast em in the head 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
ice, vocal 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 and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice 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 will me
No one will me
No one stop me

Why is that I
Why does God
Why my man try to run my actions
Why is I disperse
Why God shun
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 like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose neck
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I rock records, record at random
Flyin heads, as the get full
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a stick
I smash with one lick

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

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

by ross robinson