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
This what we do man
We bring that music to your table man
Killa, let em know

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

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have it
Body warm, anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a steamed it, fiends I leaned em
leaned it
(I mean it)

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

Killa, more mutts, they actually all ducks
more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off panties
Sea soft and
(I really 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 mean it)
I rock more in Phoenix to glory
Seen it, you it
(I really 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 need to pop something and 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 mean it)
Okay, we back in, listen
(I mean it)
Hey yo lock my garage, my massage
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Bgosh

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

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

And Papi got jerked out of pies
Dip Set, we working with five
Cee-lo and craps, and stacks
I bodies with, read this note attached

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

Pissy little baby
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I really it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that you very soft
Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

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

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(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 even gone say your last name
that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is
You faggot!

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