Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need throats slit
cause I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead my magnum
Lyrics be simplistic, but I'm no gimp
On the strip, cause I know how to it
Now I got grip and keep sinking in my quicksand
ice, vocal hitman
Got the three in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big flop
didn't like your record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But ain't a dis `cause you sold gold
Still, I made a killin and it ain't a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the
Vanilla ice is back on the map, with the of the ice king

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

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

Etch on a sketch on a like an architect
Now watch your back son, cause you might lose 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 wicked as a on a broom stick
I bricks with one lick

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

You don't get a chance
and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the man's
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them
My snapped and cracked like a bull whip
And you nothing but my itty-bitty target
And as I through the valley of sin
I walk with all you - my

by ross robinson