Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't he's that rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
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, 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, Duck and dive it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh barrel of black powder
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered metaphors of Lu's
This 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 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 crazy to the '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, doin' his
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 known to
Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble second verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an like
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 finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets back on beat, then punches the
stand in awe like,
When did you write
They even right
First verse already so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, aight
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I you've had enough
Gimme my mic
You ain't even that
Oh it's like
Track pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now write

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't here what you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the delivery baby, this is just
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, and vicious
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all that seem keen
To help this thing
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen ours
Got F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla
I resurrect homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!