Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman with a dope hit
Cause a few 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
Vanilla ice, hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the
Bop bop bop
And you drop, (scratching over "pop goes 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 gold
Still, I made a killin and it even a 10 - 11 million
Given my spice while my djs on the slice
ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

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

Why is that I
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 living
my living condition

Etch on a on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch back son, cause you might lose your neck
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I rock records, every record at
heads, as the heads get full
Thoughts and speakers get and torn
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a stick
I smash bricks with one

No one will me
No one will 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 snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my target
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

by ross robinson