Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him over there, I really stand him
I don't him at all
a mean...

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't believe that rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track 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 in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
from the fire on the trail I keep 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 barrel of black powder
How that keep reachin' us?
one of the long rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the example of a to demonstrate
How I lose, I would put it down but I can't
Due to the that I use to fuse everything together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
I have trouble with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an imitation
of bacon then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
Then they all up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, then the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
They even right
First verse happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You respect me, aight track?
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
Gimme my mic
You even write that
Oh like that?
stop 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 you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a 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 seem keen
To help this thing
jump! My battery charged
I'm bout my green like string beans and beings Mars
It's a thing to be seen 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 same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!