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
This we do preferably man
We that powerful music to your table man
Killa, let em something

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

niggas dreamed it, I have seen it
Body warm, anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

Killa, more mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy 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 lost in Boston,
Flossin' of Miami
Reno, Nevada sip colada

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Papi got out of pies twice
Dip Set, we working with five
and craps, C-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, this note attached

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

Pissy baby crying
Fuck upped man shit, there you it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry

Yeah, gangstas man
we got you, guns up
(I mean it)
And all my ladies man, the ghettos a
I need you, I you
(I mean it)

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(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 ain't even gone say your name
'Cause mine, I catch you, you know what it is
You faggot!

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