Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him over there, I can't really 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 like 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 full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the I keep leavin'
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 I've it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How that keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended of Lu's
time I use the example 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 everything
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 that up on the west side
of Chicago his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a but he was prone to bang
Doin' his thang, his thang
There once was a boy that grew up on the west
of Chicago liked his hat to the left
Wasn't in a gang but he was to bang
Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have with second verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be bullyin' pickin' on it
Pointin' out all the second limitations like,
You ain't 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 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he a few seconds of Judo lessons
Gets back on beat, then punches the
stand in awe like,
When did you write
They even right
First verse already happened so he don't a chance to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You gon' me, aight track?
to 'em, feelin' himself
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
Let's it up
I think had enough
my mic back
You ain't even that
Oh it's like
Track pumpin' til this nigga stop frontin'
Yeah, now write back

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Oh my God! My and my odds!
I ain't really what you hear is a mirage!
This the delivery baby, this is just Lamaze
The ice cream and pickles, the tickle and a
The King rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The camouflaged in the distance,
loggin' a camel to get there with a quickness, mean and
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things seem keen
To help this start
jump! My battery charged
I'm bout my green like string beans and from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen with
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!