Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the till they're dead 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 flop
Brother's didn't like your record it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming while my djs on the slice
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice

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

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

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

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

You get a second chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You rock my bell so I broke them down
My tongue snapped and cracked a bull whip
And you ain't nothing but my target
And as I walk through the of sin
I walk all you - my friends

Produced by robinson