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, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
put 'em on the track 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 hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How that flame reachin' us?
Just one of the long extended metaphors of Lu's
This I use the example of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I would put it down but I
Due to the glue I use to fuse everything together
I spill some on my hands and god damn!
I have to carry this forever
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

(Chorus)
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 prone to bang
Doin' his thang, his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the 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 with verses
'Cause the first one be so
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second limitations like,
You nothin' but an imitation 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 that 8th bar he of it
so conspire and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few seconds of lessons
back on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you write
They even black
verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
my mic back
You even write that
Oh it's like
Track stop pumpin' til nigga stop frontin'
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 baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem keen
To help this thing
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from
a mean thing to be seen with ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a lil thrilla
I resurrect homie, come back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!