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
what we do preferably man
We bring that 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 seen it
Body warm, anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
leaned it
(I mean it)

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

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

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

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

The abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist remains the bluest
I get and lose it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, a couple bars off
Let Just live

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

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

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

It's all good, increase Killa cash
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 with five dice
and craps, C-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, read this attached

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

Pissy little crying
Fuck upped man shit, you seen it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very
Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

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

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

Eastside, and as for that man
Now see I even gone say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you what it is
You faggot!

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