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
he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the like glue
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
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, up just when 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 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 that I use to fuse everything together
Well I spill 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 was a boy that grew up on the west side
of Chicago his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to
Doin' his thang, his thang
There once was a boy grew up on the west side
of liked his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a but he was known to bang
Now he's his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second 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 they conspire and
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They even black
First verse already happened so he don't have a to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, 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 ain't even that
Oh like 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 what you is a mirage!
This ain't the baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water 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 that seem keen
To help thing start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green string beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!