Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few need their throats slit
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
Lyrics 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
ice, vocal hitman
Got the number three in my crosses, 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 your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I made a and it ain't even 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 will me
No one will me
No one will me
No one will me
No one stop me
No one stop 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
my living condition
It's my condition
It's my living
It's my condition

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

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

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

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