Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, get off of that lame man
Let's get into what we to do man
This what we do man
We bring that music to your table man
Killa, let em something

Young Guru, Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have it
Body warm, anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, I leaned em
leaned it
(I mean it)

Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, really good?
Bikes, wheelie and
(I mean it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, leaning
On your
(I really it)

Killa, bury mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, it's Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off panties
Sea soft and
(I mean it)

Yeah, let's get in candy
I got in Boston, Austin
of course Miami
Reno, Nevada sip pina

I'm seen on the Prada
(I really it)
I rock in Phoenix road to glory
it, you seen it
(I mean it)

The abuse it, it's pain in music
But year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple off
Let Just [unverified]

Yeah, now that's music man
You need to pop something and roll
(I really it)
we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set
(I really it)

And them lames, we pop sideways
And them faggots
(I really it)
Okay, we back in, Mami
(I really it)
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Bgosh

Golly, I'm gully, look at his
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque
From collabos, ghost writing for
Want to use my brain, than Killa mad dough

It's all good, increase Killa cash
Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash
get side swiped, look at my life
First ever, merked out Mekhi Phife

And got jerked out of pies twice
Dip Set, we with five dice
Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and
I bodies with, read this note attached

Ya youngin' fucked boys in the hood
Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the
On the bloody, old lady sighing
Wifey
(I really it)

Pissy little baby
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I really it)
Fam man, you cloth, that mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry

Yeah, ride man
we got you, guns up
(I mean it)
And all my ladies man, the a diddy
I need you, I you
(I really it)

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we here to
nothing left to say man
(I really it)

Eastside, and as for lame man
Now see I ain't even gone say your last
that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is
You faggot!

I ain't gone get to over you man
We gon' you, holla!
See if you bout it, it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!