Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of lame man
Let's get into 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
Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

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

Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, really good?
Bikes, and creamin'
(I mean it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never
On your
(I really it)

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

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

Mama I'm seen on the
(I mean it)
I more in Phoenix road 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 and lose it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til your the fluid
just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off
Let [unverified] live

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pissy little baby
upped man shit, there you seen it
(I really it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very
Gravy Mercedes, add the sauce

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

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's left to say man
(I mean it)

Eastside, and as for lame 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 really it)
NYC!