Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're 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 suckers keep sinking in my
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like your record it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you 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, with the wrath of the ice

No one will me
No one will 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 does my man try to run my
Why is that I
Why God shun
Why my man try to run my actions
It's my condition
It's my living
It's my living
my living condition

Etch on a sketch on a like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose neck
Pound-for-pound, I the ground I stand on
I records, every record at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get
Thoughts and speakers get ripped and
To my
I'm wicked as a witch on a broom
I smash bricks one lick

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

You get a second chance
Cause and bring the scales in hand
the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna my bell 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 with all you - my friends

by ross robinson