Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him there, I can't 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, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the like glue
Then put 'em on ya head 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 keep
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I 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' of black powder
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the example of a fuse to
How I can't lose, I would put it but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to everything together
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I have to carry this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble second verses
'Cause the first one be so
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second one's like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the to get together
Then they all gang up on 'em and get to
But then that 8th bar he tires of it
so they conspire and
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
back on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you write
They right black
First verse already happened so he don't a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You respect me, aight track?
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I think you've had
Gimme my mic
You ain't write that
Oh it's that?
Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop
Yeah, yeah now write

(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, this is Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged in the distance,
a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
That was a collage, a barrage all things that seem keen
To this thing start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green string beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!