Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him there, I can't really stand him
I like him at all
a mean...

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't believe he's that
To stories, those rhymes, that Jew
he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the like glue
Then put 'em on ya head hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and dive it
But it keep, keepin' up just I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate
How I lose, I would put it down but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to fuse together
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
Well I'm crazy to the 'til they bury me, insane!

(Chorus)
There once was a boy that up on the west side
of Chicago liked his hat to the left
in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doin' his thang, his thang
once was a boy that grew up on the west side
of liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was to bang
Now doin' his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
'Cause the first one be so
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
Then they all gang up on 'em and get to
But around that 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets back on beat, then punches the
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They even right
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I think had enough
Gimme my mic
You ain't write that
Oh it's that?
Track stop pumpin' til this nigga frontin'
Yeah, yeah now write

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't really here what you is a mirage!
This ain't the baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, and vicious
Grinch who Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that keen
To help this start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!