Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I believe he's that rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track 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 in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
from the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think I've done it
It keep, up. Oh leakin' barrel of black powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This time I use the example of a to demonstrate
How I lose, I would put it down 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)
There once was a boy that grew up on the west
of Chicago liked his hat to the left
Wasn't in a but he was prone to bang
his thang, doin' his thang
There was a boy that grew up on the west side
of liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to
Now he's his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I trouble with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second one's like,
You nothin' but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the 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 conspire and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you write
They even black
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, track?
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
Gimme my mic
You ain't write that
Oh it's like
Track stop pumpin' til this stop frontin'
Yeah, now write 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 baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things seem keen
To help this thing
jump! My battery charged
I'm bout my green string beans and beings from Mars
a mean thing to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!