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 believe he's that rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor 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 runnin' wit a barrel full of powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, deep, breathin'
Runnin' the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just I think that I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How that flame keep us?
Just one of the long rendered extended metaphors of
This time I use the example of a fuse to
How I can't lose, I would put it down but I
Due to the glue I use to fuse everything together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with second
'Cause the first one be so
It be pickin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an imitation
bits of bacon he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few seconds of lessons
Gets back on beat, then the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you that?
They right black
First verse already happened so he don't a chance to fight back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, track?
Listen to 'em, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
Let's it up
I think you've had
Gimme my mic
You ain't even write
Oh it's like
Track stop pumpin' til this 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 baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a abroad all things that seem keen
To help this start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with
Got F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!