Luyện nghe bài hát Mean And Vicious

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

(Verse 1)
mean... and vicious!
I can't he's that rude
To those stories, those rhymes, Jew
Then he put 'em on the floor cat food (meow)
Then put 'em on the track like
put 'em on ya head like hat
Hey to you, Lu
Black power, I'm just runnin' wit a barrel full of powder
Wit a hole in it, it, wheezin' deep, breathin'
from the fire on the trail I keep leavin'
I shake it I swear, it's heat-seekin', I keep seekin'
Somewhere to hide it, Duck and dive from it
But it keep, keepin' up just when I think I've done it
It keep, sneakin' up. Oh leakin' barrel of powder
How flame keep reachin' us?
Just one of the long rendered extended of Lu's
This time I use the example of a fuse to
How I lose, I would put it down but I can't
Due to the that I use to fuse everything together
Well I spill on my hands and god damn!
I have to carry this forever
Well I'm crazy to the game 'til they me, insane!

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

(Verse 2)
Truthfully I have trouble with second
'Cause the first one be so
It be bullyin' pickin' on it
Pointin' out all the second one's like,
You ain't nothin' but an imitation
bits of bacon then he the chorus and the beat to get together
Then all gang up on 'em and get to hatin'
But then around 8th bar he tires of it
so conspire and commiserate
and he finds his inspiration
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 even black
First verse already happened so he don't have a chance to back
I that!
Abignail Junior, me
You gon' respect me, aight
Listen to 'em, himself
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 stop pumpin' til this nigga 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 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 with a quickness, mean and vicious
Grinch who stole Christmas, and hid it in the
That was a collage, a barrage abroad all things that seem
To help this thing
Jump jump! My charged
I'm bout my green like beans and beings from Mars
It's a mean thing to be seen 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 same leakin' barrel, it's on!

(Chorus)

mean... and vicious!