Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
Cause a few need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, I know 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 flop
didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you sold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11
Given my rhyming spice my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice

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

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

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

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

You don't get a chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them
My tongue and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't but my itty-bitty target
And as I through the valley of sin
I walk all you - my friends

Produced by robinson