Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head 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 suckers keep sinking in my
Vanilla ice, hitman
Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big flop
didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you gold
Still, I a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice 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 will me
No one stop 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 I disperse
Why God shun
Why my man try to run my actions
It's my condition
It's my condition
my living condition
It's my condition

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

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

You don't get a second
and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You wanna rock my so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked a bull whip
And you ain't but my itty-bitty target
And as I through the valley of sin
I with all you - my friends

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