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 went
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead my magnum
Lyrics might be simplistic, but I'm no
On the strip, I know how to pimp 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 drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like your record `cause it hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis 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 will me
No one will me
No one stop me
No one stop me
No one stop me
No one stop me

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

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

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

You don't get a chance
Cause and tremors bring the scales in
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's
You wanna rock my bell so I broke down
My tongue snapped and cracked like a whip
And you ain't but my itty-bitty target
And as I through the valley of sin
I walk all you - my friends

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