Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, get off of that lame man
Let's get into we like to do man
This we do preferably man
We bring that powerful music to table man
Killa, let em know

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, heart
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

Killa, bury more mutts, they all ducks
Caddy more trucks, daddy Warbucks
And you Annie, ma, take off your panties
Sea soft and
(I really it)

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

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

The game it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the
I get and lose it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, til your brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple 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 your forever, Dip Set
(I really it)

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

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

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

And Papi got jerked out of twice
Dip Set, we with five dice
and craps, C-notes and stacks
I bodies with, read this note attached

Ya youngin' 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 crying
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the sauce

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

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

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