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 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 runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I can't it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh barrel of black powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I would put it but I can't
Due to the glue I use to fuse everything together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to this forever
Well I'm crazy to the '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
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to
Doin' his thang, his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the side
of liked 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)
Truthfully I have trouble second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second limitations like,
You nothin' but an imitation like
bits of bacon he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
Then they all gang up on 'em and get to
But then around that 8th bar he of it
so they and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They right black
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' respect me, track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
my mic back
You ain't even write
Oh like that?
Track stop pumpin' til this nigga frontin'
Yeah, yeah now write

(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 Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
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 abroad all things that seem keen
To help this start
jump! My battery charged
I'm bout my green like string and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!