Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't believe that rude
To stories, those rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
put 'em on ya head 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 can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep
Somewhere to from it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh barrel of black powder
How that flame reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended of Lu's
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I put it down but I can't
Due to the glue I use to fuse 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 once was a boy that grew up on the side
of Chicago liked his hat to the left
Wasn't in a gang but he was to bang
Doin' his thang, 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 known to
Now doin' his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I trouble with second verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an 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 around 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you that?
even right black
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I think had enough
Gimme my mic
You ain't even that
Oh like that?
Track stop til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, now write back

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't here what you hear is a mirage!
This ain't the baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things seem keen
To this thing start
Jump jump! My charged
I'm bout my like 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 lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come back for my
In some disheveled apparel that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!