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 rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the 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, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep
to hide from it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
time 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 have to carry this forever
Well I'm 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 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 Chicago his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to
Now he's his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with second
'Cause the first one be so
It be bullyin' 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 around that 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of lessons
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you that?
They right black
First verse already so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' me, aight track?
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
back it up
I think you've had
Gimme my mic
You ain't write that
Oh it's 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 here you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur of the Knight, El DeBarge
The camouflaged in the distance,
a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who Christmas, and hid it in the garage
was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem keen
To this thing start
jump! My battery charged
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 young lil
I will resurrect homie, back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!