Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I believe he's that rude
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
Then put 'em on ya head hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of black
Wit a in it, holdin' 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 when I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder
How that flame keep us?
one of the long rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the example of a to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I would put it down but I
Due to the glue that I use to everything together
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I might to carry this forever
Well I'm to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
I have trouble with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an like
bits of bacon he gets the chorus 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 lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They even black
First verse already so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' respect me, aight
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
Let's it up
I think had enough
my mic back
You ain't even write
Oh it's like
Track pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now back

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!