Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

(Intro)
That's him over there, I can't really him
I like 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 like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
Then put 'em on ya like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a full of black powder
Wit a in it, holdin' it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I can't shake it I swear, heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
to hide from it, Duck and dive 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 keep us?
one of the long rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the example of a to demonstrate
How I lose, I would put it down but I can't
Due to the that I use to fuse everything together
Well I some on my hands and god damn!
I might to carry this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with second
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the 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 that 8th bar he of it
so they and commiserate
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few seconds of lessons
Gets back on beat, punches the guitar
They in awe like,
When did you that?
They right black
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
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
back it up
I think you've had
my mic back
You ain't write that
Oh it's that?
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 delivery baby, is just Lamaze
The ice and pickles, the tickle and a massage
The King Arthur of the Knight, El DeBarge
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 barrage abroad all that seem keen
To help this thing
Jump jump! My charged
I'm bout my green like string beans and beings Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen ours
Got F and F on me, I'm a young lil thrilla
I will resurrect homie, come for my killa
In some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel, on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!