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 believe he's that
To stories, those rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel of black powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
to hide from 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' barrel of black
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered metaphors of Lu's
This I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I put it down but I can't
Due to the glue I use to fuse everything together
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
I have trouble with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an imitation
bits of bacon then he gets the and the beat to get together
Then they all up on 'em and get to hatin'
But around that 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, then punches the
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They even right
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I think you've had
Gimme my mic
You even write that
Oh like that?
Track stop pumpin' til nigga stop frontin'
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 and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, and vicious
Grinch who 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 bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a thing to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!