Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't really what you hear is a mirage!
ain't the delivery baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the and a massage
The Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a to get there with a quickness, mean 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 thing
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I resurrect homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!