Luyện nghe bài hát Live

South Bronx, New

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,

I heard CD is wack, wasn't fucking impressed
Who's the nigga with the big
I live [Incomprehensible] and bit off with a lion's
hype man sound like a bitch that switch

Y'all niggas need to be when my dick itch
Yo, TNT these niggas wild like they homo
But they to see me fuck it, I'm a pull up in a Ford van
Let these niggas know I'm a give 'em a suntan

Walk in your session
your crew in the vocal booth
With a thirty-inch and Wesson
Dr. Dooom on your pressing your girl
All with a fucking bomb

I'm a move the tattoos off all MCs
Let me make a first with government cheese
Uncle got a new sawed-off
them booty kids show up we gone blast their ass off

Niggas be mean mugging wide smoking that dust
I'm a send Tony Lou with a
Blow in a tour bus, in a yellow Caprice Classic
I got a wig on them, city boys ain't gon' all four of us

Jay and John with fifty cousins from the Bolding
We roll and amp G, what the y'all talking about?
I'm a different route
Grab the carbines from the couch

See you on the Ferris at Coney Island
I'm not gon' be
Magnum for your ass
gon' see my face, fuck a mask

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,

Smearing your mailbox with peanut and jelly
With pickles from the
Black shoe polish on your glass
I'm ready and

on the roof when the pay-per-view fight come on
Click off the cable, you to move
Leaving poisoned sick rat coleslaw around your toilet
you scream ''fuck you''

I'm across the street eating Cajun rice
In a station wagon with hot
Taking a break back in the house

Giving your
Ex-lax a hot bowl of Quaker State
Leaving the front room, dropping
On your fur with a box kaboom

the Mets putting shit
On your TV sets in the
You won't be able to a program
remote controls for seventy hours

Check out your sore ribs, the is gritty
Everybody's starting to green on Rap City
Take your receipt, give your wallet nine hundred bucks
Or your card to a retarded kid in a wheel-chair

Coming up the street walking by the avenue
I'm passing you with a leather coat that looks similar to
you, you looking at me, I'm a start walking behind you
Act I'm pantomiming you

to police men, chewing a arm
And joined by a black and squad car
With binoculars watching you far
up motherfuckers?

Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,
Is it live, live, live, live,