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 powerful to your table man
Killa, let em know

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, now that's powerful 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 mean it)
Okay, we in, Mami listen
(I mean it)
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my
Fuck it, by Osh Kosh Bgosh

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

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

And got jerked out of pies twice
Dip Set, we working with dice
and craps, C-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, read this attached

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

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

Yeah, ride man
Flex we got you, 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
It's left to say man
(I mean it)

Eastside, and as for that man
Now see I ain't even say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you know it is
You faggot!

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