Luyện nghe bài hát Livin

Here it is, a hit
Iceman comin with a hit
a few suckers need their throats slit
Jealous cause I multi-platinum
Now I'm gonna blast em in the head till they're dead 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 sinking in my quicksand
ice, vocal hitman
Got the number in my crosses, sittin on the rooftop
Bop bop bop
And you drop, (scratching over "pop goes the weasel"
Was a big flop
Brother's didn't like your record `cause it 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
ice is back on the map, with the wrath of the ice king

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

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

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

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

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

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