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 he's that
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the track glue
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
power, I'm just runnin' 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 shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
to hide from it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I lose, I would put it down but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to fuse together
Well I some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry forever
I'm crazy to the game 'til they bury me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' on it instigating
out all the second one's limitations like,
You nothin' but an imitation like
bits of then he gets the chorus and the beat to get together
Then they all up on 'em and get to hatin'
But around that 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of Judo
back on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you that?
They even right
verse already happened so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
up! And a few ad-libs to back it up
Let's it up
I think had enough
my mic back
You even write that
Oh it's that?
Track stop pumpin' til this stop frontin'
Yeah, yeah now back

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!