Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of that man
Let's get into what we to do man
This 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, Zekey
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have it
warm, heart anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a steamed it, fiends I leaned em
leaned it
(I really it)

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

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

Yeah, get lost in candy
I got lost in Boston,
Flossin' of Miami
Reno, Nevada sip pina

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

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

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

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

Golly, I'm gully, at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum collages
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 hoes
You'll get side swiped, look at my
First movie ever, out Mekhi Phife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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