Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I seen it
warm, heart anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
leaned it
(I mean it)

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

Killa, bury more mutts, actually all ducks
more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off panties
Sea and sandy
(I mean it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pissy little crying
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I mean 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 a diddy
I you, I want you
(I really it)

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I really 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 gone get to over you man
We bury you, holla!
See if you bout it, it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!