Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I believe he's that rude
To stories, those rhymes, that 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 just runnin' wit a barrel of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, 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 that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black
How flame keep reachin' us?
one of the long rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I put it down but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to fuse everything
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with second
the first one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an imitation
bits of bacon he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then that 8th bar he tires of it
so they conspire and
and then he finds his
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They even right
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' respect me, 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 even write
Oh it's that?
Track stop til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now back

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!