Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, now powerful music man
You to pop something and roll something
(I really it)
Killa we did it man, I got your forever, Dip Set
(I really it)

And them lames, we pop sideways
And them faggots
(I mean it)
Okay, we in, Mami listen
(I really it)
Hey yo my garage, rock my massage
it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh

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

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

And got jerked out of pies twice
Dip Set, we working with dice
Cee-lo and craps, and stacks
I send bodies with, read note attached

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

little baby crying
Fuck upped man shit, there you it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very
Gravy Mercedes, add the sauce

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

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

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

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