Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't he's that rude
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor cat food (meow)
put 'em on the track like glue
Then put 'em on ya head hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep,
Runnin' from the on the trail I keep leavin'
I can't shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and dive it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that I've it
It keep, up. Oh leakin' barrel of black powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
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 spill some on my 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 grew up on the west side
of Chicago 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 grew up on the west
of Chicago liked his hat to the side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to
Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
the first one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the one's limitations like,
You ain't nothin' but an like
bits of bacon then he the chorus and the beat to get together
Then all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But around that 8th bar he tires of it
so they conspire and
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
back on beat, then punches the guitar
They in awe like,
did you write that?
They right black
First verse already so he don't have a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' respect me, track?
Listen to 'em, himself
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
Let's it up
I you've had enough
my mic back
You ain't even that
Oh it's like
Track pumpin' 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, this is just
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The Arthur rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, and vicious
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things seem keen
To help this start
Jump jump! My charged
I'm bout my green like string 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, back for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!