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 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, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' from the fire on the I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended 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
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry forever
Well I'm to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I really here 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 King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get with a quickness, mean and vicious
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage all things that seem keen
To this thing start
jump! My battery charged
I'm my green like string beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will resurrect homie, come back for my
In some disheveled apparel with that same barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!