Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
Jealous cause I multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no
On the strip, cause I know how to it
Now I got grip and suckers keep in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, 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 flop
Brother's didn't your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king

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

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

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an
Now watch your back son, cause you lose your neck
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 ripped and
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom
I bricks with one lick

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

You don't get a chance
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 snapped and cracked a bull whip
And you nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk with all you - my

by ross robinson