Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
Jealous cause I 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 sinking in my quicksand
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the number three in my crosses, 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 record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you sold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king

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

Why is I disperse
Why God shun
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 condition
It's my condition
It's my living

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

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

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

by ross robinson