Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
Cause a few suckers their throats slit
Jealous cause I went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead with my
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no
On the strip, cause I how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, hitman
Got the three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you drop, (scratching over "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 sold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't 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 stop me
No one will me
No one will me
No one will me
No one will me
No one will me

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

on a sketch on a rhyme like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your
Pound-for-pound, I rock the 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 stick
I bricks with one lick

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

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

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