Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few need their throats slit
Jealous cause I went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead 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 keep in my quicksand
ice, vocal hitman
Got the three in my crosses, sittin 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 ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I made a killin and it even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming while my djs on the slice
ice is back on the map, with 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 does my man try to run my
Why is I disperse
Why does God
Why my man try to run my actions
It's my condition
my living condition
It's my condition
my living condition

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I rock records, every at random
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 with one lick

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

You don't get a chance
and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You wanna rock my bell so I them down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a bull
And you ain't nothing but my target
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk with all you - my

by ross robinson