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 that powerful music to your table man
Killa, let em something

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

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

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

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

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

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

And them lames, we pop sideways
And drag faggots
(I really it)
Okay, we in, Mami listen
(I mean it)
Hey yo lock my garage, 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 give Killa mad

all good, increase Killa cash flow
Increase my fame, that's why Killa hoes
You'll get side swiped, at my life
First ever, merked out Mekhi Phife

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

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

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

Yeah, ride man
Flex we got you, up
(I mean 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 really 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 gone say your last name
'Cause mine, I catch you, you know what it is
You faggot!

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