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, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor like cat (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
Then put 'em on ya head hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm runnin' wit a barrel full of black powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
Runnin' from the on the trail I keep leavin'
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide from it, and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think that done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' of black powder
How that flame keep us?
Just one of the long extended metaphors of Lu's
This time I use the of a fuse to demonstrate
How I can't lose, I would put it down but I
Due to the glue I use to fuse everything together
Well I some on my hands and god damn!
I might have to carry this
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til bury me, insane!

(Chorus)
There once was a boy that 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, doin' his
There once was a boy that grew up on the west
of Chicago liked his hat to the left
in a gang but he was known to bang
Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with verses
'Cause the one be so intimidating
It be pickin' on it instigating
Pointin' out all the second one's like,
You ain't nothin' but an like
bits of bacon then he gets the and the beat to get together
they all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around 8th bar he tires of it
so they and commiserate
and then he finds his
To spar, he takes a few 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, feelin'
Swagger up! And a few to back it up
back it up
I think had enough
my mic back
You ain't even write
Oh it's that?
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 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 a quickness, mean and vicious
who stole Christmas, and hid it in the garage
That was a collage, a barrage all things that seem keen
To this thing start
Jump jump! My battery
I'm bout my green like string beans and beings from
a mean thing to be seen 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!