Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats
Jealous cause I went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers sinking in my quicksand
ice, vocal 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 fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like your `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you sold
Still, I a killin and it ain't 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 stop me
No one stop 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 that I
Why God shun
Why does my man try to run my
It's my condition
It's my condition
my living condition
It's my living

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 ground I 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 smash with one lick

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

You get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a whip
And you nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I walk through the of sin
I with all you - my friends

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