Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Zekey
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, gangstas man
Flex we got you, up
(I mean 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 really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's nothing to say man
(I mean it)

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

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