Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't believe he's that
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
from the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I can't it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black
How that flame keep us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This time I use the example of a to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I 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
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
'Cause the first one be so
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the and the beat to get together
Then all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around that 8th bar he of it
so they conspire and
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets back on beat, then the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They right black
verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, aight
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I you've had enough
Gimme my mic
You ain't even that
Oh like that?
Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop
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 delivery baby, this is just
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage all things that seem keen
To this thing start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
a mean thing to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I resurrect homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!