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

(Chorus)
once was a boy that 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, doin' his
once was a boy that grew up on the west side
of liked his hat to the left side
in a gang but he was known to bang
Now he's doin' his thang, his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I trouble with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' pickin' on it
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of then 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 his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
back on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They even black
First verse already happened so he have a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
Let's it up
I think you've had
my mic back
You even write that
Oh like that?
stop pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now back

(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 Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a abroad all things that seem keen
To help this thing
Jump jump! My charged
I'm my green like string beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with
Got F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla
I will homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!