Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers their throats slit
cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till dead with my magnum
might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I how to pimp it
Now I got and suckers keep sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal
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 fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11
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 will me
No one stop me
No one will me
No one stop me

Why is that I
Why does God
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
my living condition
It's my condition

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

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

You don't get a chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You rock my bell so I broke them down
My snapped 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 with all you - my

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