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 can't believe he's that
To those stories, rhymes, that Jew
he put 'em on the floor like cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the like glue
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel of black powder
Wit a hole in it, holdin' it, deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the fire on the trail I keep
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, Duck and dive it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of black
How that flame reachin' us?
Just one of the rendered extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I put it down but I can't
Due to the glue that I use to fuse together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I have to carry this forever
Well I'm 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 grew up on the west side
of Chicago his hat to the left side
Wasn't in a gang but he was known to
Now doin' his thang, doin' his thang

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
'Cause the first one be so
It be bullyin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second one's like,
You ain't but an imitation like
bits of bacon then he gets the chorus and the to get together
they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then that 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and then he his inspiration
To spar, he takes a few of Judo lessons
Gets on beat, then punches the guitar
stand in awe like,
When did you that?
even right black
First verse already happened so he don't have a to fight back
I that!
Junior, check me
You respect me, aight track?
Listen to 'em, himself
Swagger up! And a few ad-libs to it up
back it up
I think had enough
my mic back
You ain't even that
Oh it's like
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 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 rhythm of the Knight, El DeBarge
The water in the distance,
loggin' a to get there with a quickness, mean 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 bout my green like string beans and beings from
It's a mean thing to be seen ours
Got that F and F on me, I'm a young lil
I will resurrect homie, back for my killa
In some apparel with that same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!