Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ya youngin' with boys in the hood
her a son like Ricky, from Boyz 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, mean you very soft
Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
nothing left to say man
(I really 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 hyped you man
We gon' you, holla!
See if you it, bout it
we is
(I mean it)
NYC!