Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of that man
get into what 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
warm, heart anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, I leaned em
leaned it
(I really it)

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

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

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

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 abuse it, it's pain in
But this year, wrist wear the bluest
I get lame and it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, a couple bars off
Let [unverified] live

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

And them lames, we pop sideways
And them faggots
(I mean 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, plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writing for
Want to use my brain, than Killa mad dough

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

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

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

Pissy little crying
Fuck man shit, there you seen it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that you very soft
Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
nothing left to say man
(I mean it)

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

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