Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of that man
get into what we like to do man
This what we do man
We that powerful music to your table man
Killa, let em know

Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Zekey
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

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

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

Killa, more mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, it's Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your
Sea and sandy
(I really it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's all good, increase Killa flow
Increase my fame, that's why smash hoes
You'll get side swiped, at my life
First movie ever, merked out Phife

And Papi got jerked out of twice
Dip Set, we working with dice
and craps, C-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, read note attached

Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the
Gave her a son like Ricky, from Boyz in the
On the couch bloody, old sighing
screaming
(I mean it)

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

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

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

Eastside, and as for that man
Now see I even gone say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I 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 mean it)
NYC!