Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers sinking in my quicksand
ice, vocal hitman
Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's 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 even a 10 - 11 million
my rhyming spice 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 stop me
No one stop me
No one stop me
No one will me
No one will me

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

Etch on a on a rhyme like an architect
Now your back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I rock the 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 wicked as a witch on a broom
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 rock my so I broke them down
My tongue and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

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