Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's all good, 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 out of pies twice
Dip Set, we with five dice
Cee-lo and craps, and stacks
I send bodies with, this note attached

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

little 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 cranberry

Yeah, gangstas man
we got you, guns up
(I mean it)
And all my ladies man, the 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 left to say man
(I mean it)

Eastside, and as for lame man
Now see I even gone say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you what it is
You faggot!

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