Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats
Jealous I went 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 how to pimp it
Now I got grip and suckers keep sinking in my
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't a 10 - 11 million
Given my spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king

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

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

Etch on a sketch on a rhyme like an
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose your
Pound-for-pound, I rock the ground I on
I rock records, every at random
Flyin heads, as the heads get
Thoughts and speakers get and torn
To my
I'm as a witch on a broom stick
I bricks with one lick

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

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

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