Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him over there, I really stand him
I like him at all
a mean...

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't believe he's that
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the like 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 runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I leavin'
I can't 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 I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder
How that 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 would put it down but I
Due to the glue that I use to fuse everything
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

(Chorus)
There once was a boy that grew up on the side
of Chicago liked his hat to the side
in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doin' his thang, doin' his
There once was a boy that up on the west side
of Chicago his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to
Now doin' 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 but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the beat to get
Then they all gang up on 'em and get to
But then around that 8th bar he of it
so conspire and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They right black
First verse already happened so he have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
up! And a few ad-libs to back it up
Let's it up
I think had enough
Gimme my mic
You even write that
Oh it's that?
Track pumpin' til this nigga 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, this is just
The ice cream and pickles, the and a massage
The King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
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 abroad all things that seem
To help this start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like string beans and 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 back for my
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!