Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of that 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

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, anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
leaned it
(I really it)

Guns, beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?
Bikes, wheelie and
(I really it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never
On Zenith
(I really it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's left to say man
(I really it)

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

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