Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their slit
Jealous cause I multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna em in the head till they're dead with my magnum
might be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, I know how to pimp it
Now I got grip and keep 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 over "pop the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my spice while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice

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

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

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

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

You don't get a second
Cause and tremors the scales in hand
the cops, the paramedics, the man's down
You wanna rock my so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my itty-bitty
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

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