Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't 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 like glue
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 fire on the trail I 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 when I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How that flame keep us?
Just one of the 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 everything together
Well I some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
Well I'm to the game 'til 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 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 he's doin' his thang, his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' pickin' on it
Pointin' out all the second 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 around that 8th bar he of it
so they conspire and
and then he finds his
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, then punches the
stand in awe like,
When did you write
even right black
First already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' respect me, track?
Listen to 'em, himself
up! And a few ad-libs to back it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
my mic back
You ain't write that
Oh it's like
Track stop pumpin' til this stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now write

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!