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 believe he's that rude
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor cat food (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,
from the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I seekin'
Somewhere to 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' of black powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I would put it but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to everything together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to this forever
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' pickin' on it
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he the chorus and the beat to get together
Then all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around that 8th bar he of it
so conspire and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few seconds of lessons
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you write
They even right
First verse already happened so he don't have a to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
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 even that
Oh it's that?
stop pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now write

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't really here you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the delivery baby, this is Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the and a massage
The Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that keen
To help thing start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm my green like 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 homie, come back for my killa
In disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!