Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
comin with a dope hit
Cause a few suckers need their throats
Jealous I went multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're 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 keep sinking in my
Vanilla ice, vocal
Got the number three in my crosses, sittin on the
Bop bop bop
And you fools drop, (scratching over "pop the weasel"
Was a big fl-fl-flop
Brother's didn't like record `cause it wasn't hip hop hop
But this ain't a dis `cause you sold
Still, I a killin and it ain't even a 10 - 11 million
Given my rhyming spice while my djs on the
ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

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

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

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

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

You get a second chance
and tremors bring the scales in hand
Call the cops, the paramedics, the down
You wanna rock my bell so I broke them
My tongue and cracked like 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

by ross robinson