Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

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

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

Why is that I
Why God shun
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 condition
my living condition
It's my condition
my living condition

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

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

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

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