Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I believe he's that rude
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the like glue
Then put 'em on ya like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the on the trail I keep leavin'
I shake 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 when I that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black
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 would put it but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to everything together
Well I spill some on my and god damn!
I might have to carry this
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
in a gang but he was prone to bang
Doin' his thang, doin' his
once was a boy that grew 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)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an like
bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the beat to get
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 takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you write
They even black
First already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, 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 ain't even that
Oh like that?
Track stop pumpin' til this nigga stop
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 Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get 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 thing
jump! My battery charged
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
a mean thing to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!