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 to your table man
Killa, let em know

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

Ya'll dreamed it, I have seen it
Body warm, heart
(I really it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
Beemer it
(I mean it)

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

Killa, more mutts, they actually all ducks
more 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 course
Reno, Nevada sip colada

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

The game abuse it, it's in music
But year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, beef 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 powerful music man
You need to pop something and roll
(I really it)
we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set
(I really it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's nothing to say man
(I really 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!