Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, get off of that lame man
get into what we like to do man
This what we do man
We bring that powerful music to your 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
Body warm, heart
(I mean it)
Coke, a steamed it, fiends I leaned em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

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

Yeah, get lost in candy
I got in Boston, Austin
Flossin' of course
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, wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the
Ya'll just kids, see I just did, take a couple bars off
Let Just [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, ride man
we got you, guns up
(I mean 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 really 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 even say your last name
that's mine, I catch you, you know 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 mean it)
NYC!