Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

Young Guru, Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I seen it
Body warm, anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, I leaned em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's all good, increase Killa cash
Increase my fame, why Killa smash hoes
You'll get side swiped, 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, and stacks
I send bodies with, read this note

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

Pissy baby crying
upped 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
we got you, guns 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, on Jim nigga
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we here to
It's left to say man
(I mean it)

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

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