Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't 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 head hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and dive it
But it keep, keepin' up when I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How that flame reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This time I use the example of a 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 some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry forever
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You nothin' but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the and the beat to get together
Then they all gang up on 'em and get to
But then that 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you write
even right black
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, 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 it's like
Track stop til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now back

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't really what you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the delivery baby, 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 to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem
To help this start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like string and beings from Mars
It's a mean to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will resurrect homie, back for my killa
In disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!