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
what we do preferably man
We bring that powerful music to your man
Killa, let em know

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

Ya'll niggas it, I have seen it
Body warm, heart
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga it, fiends I leaned em
leaned it
(I mean 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 more mutts, actually all ducks
Caddy trucks, it's daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your
Sea and sandy
(I really it)

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

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

The abuse 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 did, take a couple bars off
Let Just [unverified]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we here to
It's nothing to say man
(I really it)

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

I gone get to hyped over you man
We bury you, holla!
See if you bout it, it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!