Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of lame man
Let's get into what we to do man
what we do preferably man
We bring that powerful to your table man
Killa, let em something

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

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

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

Yeah, get lost in candy
I got in Boston, Austin
Flossin' of course
Reno, sip pina colada

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

The game abuse it, pain in music
But this year, wrist wear the bluest
I get lame and lose it, 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 [unverified] live

Yeah, now that's music man
You need to pop something and roll
(I really it)
Killa we did it man, I got your forever, Dip Set
(I mean 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 collages
From collabos, ghost writing for
Want to use my brain, than give mad dough

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

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

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

Pissy little crying
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I really it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we here to
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 that's mine, I you, you know what it is
You faggot!

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