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 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 like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've it
It keep, up. Oh leakin' barrel of black powder
How that flame keep us?
Just one of the long extended metaphors of Lu's
time I use the example of a fuse 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 some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry forever
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You ain't 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 they conspire and
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets back on beat, then punches the
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They even right
First already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I think you've had
my mic back
You ain't even that
Oh like that?
Track stop pumpin' til this stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now 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 delivery baby, is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged 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 barrage abroad all things that keen
To help this thing
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like string beans and from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!